I'm visiting my hometown at the moment, and entertaining myself with Tinder, swiping miles at a time, fucking with whoever matches. It's been a lot of fun, but today I had an amazing experience with one of these matches. We'd talked online for a while, I grew to think he was super cool, and fuckkkk did he talk an amazing game.

I got to his place and ended up outside his bedroom after some conversation. After glancing and attempting to have him lead me in, he insisted I go first. I obliged, despite my bratty instincts, and as I went in I felt him slap my ass the hardest I'd ever felt. I knew I was fucked in the best possible way.

I turned around to him ripping my flannel shirt off. He started kissing my neck, sucking with passion and leaving a mark. He pulled my shirt and bra off at once, dying to have my huge tits in his mouth, and sucked the essence out of each of my eager nipples. He asked me into the bed, I obliged, slipping my shorts off an leaving my little black thong, always being a tease. It is Thong Thursday after all...

He towered over me, holding me down by my throat and rubbing my clit. I was in absolute ecstasy. I love to be choked, but nobody does so, always afraid of being too rough. I loveee to feel like a fuck toy. I was finally being used like I always wanted to. When he finally let me up for air, he asked me to show him the oral skills I'd been boasting.

I got on my knees and pulled his thick cock out of his pants. Getting to work (thank you oral fixation) I sucked and gagged as I pleased. Once he saw, rather felt me using my mouth and throat, he was dying for more. He grabbed my dreads and guided my head up and down his hard cock. Once I was teary eyed and he was ready to feel my tight pussy, he guided me into the bed. Once I stood up, he spun me around and bent me over, ripping my thong off as I excitedly climbed up.

He fucked me from behind, pulling my locks and thrusting into me like a desirous master. I couldn't get enough. He was obviously excited to use my body, and fuck did he use it well. After some more ravenous fun, when we felt satisfied, we redressed and went to the living room. We sat down, resting our wobbly legs, and relaxed for a while.

After some talking, he admitted he wanted me to suck his cock again. It was so tempting, but I had to make sure he was nice and excited about it. I sat next to him and started feeling how he yearned for my lips wrapped around him, of course I couldn't help myself. I hadn't even got on my knees before I started bobbing my head up and down, drooling over it.

When I got on my knees and got to work, bouncing my head in rhythm, again he moaned and throbbed I'm my mouth. He grabbed my head once more, and guided my mouth and throat up and down. I gagged and slurped up my own spit like my life depended on it. I couldn't get over how excitedly he fucked my throat.

After he'd gotten enough, he held my head down, cumming and pulsating in my throat. I love giving oral, but I'm always just allowed to do my thing. Finally I was being made to do ones bidding like the slut I dream of being.

It was the best hangout I'd ever been part of.