The only thing connecting our bodies was his dickhead touching my hot cunthole
Today I’m meeting a new guy. I don’t know his name, and he doesn’t know mine. We only communicated through the website, and I haven’t even seen his face. But he told me that he wants to make me cum over and over until I beg him to let me rest, and he sent me a picture of his cock. It was 8 1/4? long (he had a ruler next to it) and it looked thick enough to make my pussy clench just looking at the picture. We’re meeting at a Comfort Inn two exits down the interstate. He’s going to call me on my cellphone and tell me what room number he’s in, and then I am going to meet him. I can’t wait! My pussy is dripping already. …
When I got there, I knocked on the door, and he opened it from behind it, so I couldn’t see him. The room was dark, with the curtains pulled closed, but there was a candle lit on the dresser for just enough light to see what we were doing.