Stop or Not?

“Ah, is, um, oh, mouth, should, only, oh, uh, oh, oh my God YES” I mumbled incoherently as his tongue hit my labia. It is magical. It is great. If only sluts have mouth sex, I am now a slut. Will I return the favour? I should but I will just enjoy these sensations now. I heavily breath, “Oh, yes, I want, oh, YES, YES, eat me out, fuck me with your tongue…” He worked his tongue and lips over my kitty, up and down and then just sticking his tongue inside.

The only thing left in my mind was my healthy lust. I shouted, “ Give me your cock, I want Jack inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me now…”

He climbs on top of me and I spread my legs as wide as possible. Am I going to get pregnant, have a bad reputation or get in trouble with my parents? Right now I don’t care. I ionately tell him, “Yes, Jack yes!”

“I’m Anthony, you just named my cock Jack.”

Who cares? “Just give me Jack, use me, take me.” My lust was all I could think of.

I felt him, his thing, at my jade gate, rubbing, finding the entrance. A man is about to take me. Then his cock, Jack, invades me a little and then almost out and then a little more and then deeper and then almost out and then deeper. And then and then… I spread my legs as much as I can to let him in deeper. I am proud and nervous and lustful to finally have a man inside me. Properly inside me and pumping rhythmically in and back and in. His whole body presses heavily on me pushing me into the mattress. I can only breath shallow breaths. It is like a poem of flesh and I love it. I think I like to mouth sex more, but I love all of this new sexual sensual feast.

My hands explore his muscular shoulders, his back as he breathes heavily, his arms as they hold my shoulders. He his pushing into me harder, deeper faster. He is breathing heavily. Am I going to let me cum inside me? Should I ask him to pull out? Should I have said something earlier?