I posted a bit ago about how I met a sexy young guy from Reddit fuck me for the first time, and how it was all I could think about…well, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and paid for him to fly in to my city.

We spent four straight days fucking each other all day and all night. I let him cum on my face, on my tits, on my pussy, in my mouth, in my hair. I rode his cock until he was moaning loud enough to wake up half the hotel. I got him hard at the bar and walked away so he had to wait to go soft again before he could follow me out. I let him finger me under my dress on the subway.

We kissed and watched sports and smoked weed. I wore white tank tops and no bra. I wore sheer purple lingerie. I wore whatever he wanted me to because I’m fully his for whatever he wants. His cock was too big for me to deepthroat but I did my best with his help, and even though I was so fucking wet, it was hard to get him inside. He’s a good boy for me 💜

He was sometimes too nervous to eat. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses. He put his arm around me when we walked and he carried the heavy bags. We looked cute together, even as a cliche of a tall white guy and tiny Asian girl.

We looked good fucking in front of the mirror. We looked even better in the Polaroids we took of him deep inside me. He held me tight while I came in his arms and I called him daddy even though he’s younger than me.

We took lots of videos of us fucking and dirty talking each other. I spent all day today in bed fucking myself watching them because I miss making him cum. We cried when he left. Everything was such a blur, I’m so confused, I miss him, I think maybe I’m in love?