So, I’d been chatting online with this mysterious dude, let’s call him Christian. He had a thing for fisting, and damn, was I curious. Our online talks turned dirty quick, and we decided to meet.I was nervous, but the thought of his hands on me made me wet. We met at a dark bar, and the sexual tension was palpable.Back at his place, he didn’t waste time. He pushed me against the wall, his rough hands groping my body. I gasped as his fingers found my sopping cunt.
“You’re so wet, my little slut,” he growled.
He slid a hand in, slowly, carefully. I felt stretched, filled, and it was incredible. His other hand joined the action, and I felt like my pussy would burst.But Christian wasn’t done. He kneeled me, facedown on the bed, and began to work his fingers in and out in time with his tongue licking my ass. The double stimulation was heavenly.Then, the moment I craved. He fist-bumped me, and the feeling of his entire hand in my cunt was out of this world. I screamed, the bed creaking with each thrust.He added a second fist, and the pleasure was so intense, tears streamed down my face. The dirty talk flowed, and his dominance was a rush.
I came hard, my body quaking, and begged him for more.
Christian obliged, and the fisting continued, a symphony of sweat and moans.
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