“Maybe I should get naked too,” I replied.
This time she went forward to help me with my clothing. I undid my pants, she unzipped them and knelt down. I slid them off, my hard-on shot forward.
“Oh my, what have we here?” she asked. She pulled down my boxers slightly. “Hi Little Jonathan. I haven’t seen you in a long long time. Do you miss me?”
I laughed at her childish little game. She kissed the tip of my cock. I laughed again and took off my shirt, motioning briefly for her to stand.
“So, how exactly do you plan to make it up to me?” she then said.
Without warning, I walked forward, picked her up, set her back onto the table, and went straight in for another deep, passionate kiss. Her legs wrapped around my back and her moans filled the room.
I backed up. “Now, this is going to hurt a bit, but I promise that once it’s started you’ll feel good, okay?” I said. She nodded in approval.
I took a deep breath to calm myself as she gently disentangled her legs from me. I rubbed my cock against the folds of her pussy, quickly coating it with her slick fluids. I gently slid it into her, eliciting a small gasp. I pushed forward just long enough to feel the barrier.
“You ready?” I said. Another nod.
I pushed until she broke. She let out a wince of pain, but besides that she took it like a champ. Once that was over, I started in with slow, deep thrusts. She soon got over the pain and continued moaning, which served as music to stir me to greater depths.
“Oh… oh.. yes…” she said.
I went faster. She got louder.
“Yes… faster… faster!” she said.
I aim to please, so faster I went. Her cunt was like a slip-and-slide with how wet she was. With such little friction, I was litterally pounding the table with my thrusts.
“Gracie, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum inside me!” she said, the last word lapsing into a moan.
Just a little longer and I was done, shooting my load deep inside her young, tight twat.
“I’m gonna cum too,” she said.
I steeled my nerves and sped up, trying to make for the biggest finish for her I could.
“Yes… yes… FUCK!” she shouted, her back arching as her fluids shot all over my crotch. She went limp, and I set her down on the table and backed away. She turned so as to lay down on it, facing me, smiling.
I pulled up a chair and sat down.
“Somebody said a naughty word,” I said. We both busted out laughing.
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