I went from being unattracted to her to being obsessed with the sound she makes when she’s on my cock

The truth is I first met her when I went on a date with her roommate. I know. So romantic.

But that’s the point, it wasn’t romantic. It was just heat.

I was in her apartment because I was attracted to her tall blonde roommate with long legs and a smile that would light up a billboard. Let’s call her Barbie. Barbie was not into me. She was just being nice to me. And I had spent days fantasizing about a life with the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Couldn’t believe I matched with her.

But she just wasn’t into me. Not really. She invited me up to her place for coffee but she made it clear it was just so I could meet her roommate. Not for sex.

I thought. Okay. I’ve done this part before. Have to pass the test of the roommate. I can do that.

So I met her roommate. Becca. She was dressed for bed. I’m guessing. She was short and chubby. Her hair was in a ponytail, dyed red. Her white shirt with some sort of squirrel on it was strained against her big boobs, her belly peaking out from the bottom.

She had short green shorts with big thighs. Her feet in white socks, pointed inward, pigeon toed.

Becca gave me a cold shoulder when I came

In. But it was funny and made it into a joke. We went back forth with our clever remarks, and it was actually fun. Becca was smart and funny. I knew I had passed her test.

But apparently failed with Barbie. Because I was so locked onto Becca that I hadn’t noticed Barbie left the room. Because she was walking back in, in baggy pajamas, brushing her teeth. She had a night mask on. She was fucking done with our date.

The last clue was her saying, “alright, we’ll thank you for the lovely date …. Goodnight”

“Goodnight” was all I said back as she was already walking into her room, closing the door.

I was bummed. But Becca was kind about it. And next thing I know we were sitting on the couch watching Army of Darkness.

She’s one of those horror girls. Loves all the dark shit. But was bubbly. An extroverted goth.

Pretty hot?

But I’ve never been into girls like her. Unless their tits are on full display, that is. If a thick woman is showing some cleavage the animal in me wants to feast. Can’t help it. Blood goes straight to my penis.

But not with Becca. She showed no cleavage.

I wasn’t into her sexually. I was becoming more and more into her as a person tho.

She was funny and actually knew more than I did about Bruce Campbell. And also, seemingly, everything. She was smarter than me. And that is so fucking sexy.

We were both into the movie. At one point her head is on my shoulder.

And when I felt that, my mind started to change. No, not my mind, because my mind liked her. My body started to change.

As soon as she touched me I wanted more.

And more came.

She had turned her body a bit more toward me. She was fully leaning into my body. Her breasts pushed against my shoulder.

Being this close to her she didn’t seem as big. She seemed smaller and short. Felt like a tiny thing pressed against my bigger body. I’m 6’ 3”. Not to brag. It’s got its benefits. But not on an airplane.

Anyway, the point is she was starting to feel like a little fairy nymph that had landed near my fallen horse. Comforting me. She placed her hand on thigh. And I was already half hard.

It felt so natural as her fingers smoothly edged toward my bulge in my jeans. I wasn’t nervous. Nor was she.

And the fact that her roommate was right next door, the one that swiped left LIVE, one door away from us … as Becca ran her hand over the thick imprint of my erection.

My head was already swollen, because Becca was able to feel the ridge of my circumcised cock head. She played with it. Scratched it. Soothed it with her thumb.

I was so fucking hard now. My hand cupped her ass. It was so wonderfully soft and round. I wanted to bury my fucking seed in her.

I mean really. Something biological had flipped in my brain and I wasn’t in control anymore.

But now my mind was on board. Because the sexiest thing of all?

Not her big tits pushed against my shoulder.

Not her sweet fat ass.

Not even the sweet little moans she was starting to emit while she softly stroked my bulge with her red nails. Red and black.

The sexiest thing of all is that she’s into me.

No games. No guessing. She fucking wants me. She wants more.

I’m going to give her everything.

Like she read my mind she started to unzip my pants.

Bruce Campbell is losing his mind on a windmill.

Becca has her lips around the base of my cock.

She immediately swallows 7 inches of cock with ease. (6 and half, but this is also the hardest I’ve ever been)

Her lips are tight around my shaft. She’s not moving. She’s holding it. She’s breathing through her nose.

My fingers are squeezing her ass and moving closer and closer to her pussy.

She slowly raises her head back up my cock. I watch.

Watching her lips release my cock from her wet mouth inch by inch … until her lips reach the ridge of the head … forming a little kiss when they let go.

She takes a deep breath. One strand of drool still connecting her mouth and my manhood.

My fingers find her pussy and it’s soaked.

I put two fingers in as she looks me in the eye.

First time I may have looked at her since we were standing in the kitchen.

We’ve come so far.

Her eyes are now rolling back in her head as double finger fuck. My middle and my ring finger are feeling the inside wall of her pussy. And when she moans I swirl them around. Which no women seems to care about, but I don’t care, because it’s only a means to tease them. If they’re getting a little too into it I make them take a breath. I don’t know why. I’m a prick I guess.

My hand was slapping against her ass now, as I dagger my fingers in and out of her pussy. My pinky grazing against her clit. My pointer finger teasing the trail to her asshole.

She was gripping my cock and closing her eyes and feeling every movement of my hand. She made me feel like a fucking maestro.

She looked like she was gonna cum.

Oh shit. I was making a woman cum.

You never can totally tell if they’re not just faking it. But her pussy was convulsing and her breath was shaking and her face was kind of contorted in a funny way and she was starting to make a sound kind like a donkey and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

If she was faking she was putting on the hottest show I’ve ever seen.

My dick felt red hot and hard.

The moment she caught her breath she plunged down onto my cock. She was sucking and moaning and was gasping for air.

I was massaging her clit now.

And wrapping my right hand around her pony tail.

She moaned as I pulled her head up just an inch.

She lowered her head once more.

I pulled her up a few more inches and she moaned deeper. Feeling her vocal vibrations in my balls.

She held her head up. Seemingly waiting for me to take the wheel.

I waited an extra moment.

And then slowly pushed her head down on my cock.

She squeezed my balls with encouragement. And slowly took my cock until I felt it touch the soft palette of her throat.

She held onto my balls tightly. She held her breath. I thought about cumming down her throat. Then pulled her back up.

She gasped. Took two big breaths and pulled her shirt off.

Bruce Campbell was still losing his mind in a windmill on the TV.

Her huge fucking tits flopped out of her shirt and they were magnificent.

Gorgeous brown nipples.

Surprising. Thought they’d be pink.

She smiles at me and starts stroking my cock while taking her pony tail out of her hair.

She held her gaze a little longer. Slowly stroking my wet cock.

Then she stopped. But kept looking at me. like a cat. And I was a mouse.

Then she looked over her shoulder to her roommates door. Then back at me. Same intense gaze.

It was a question.

Are we going to fuck?

She looked at me like, “are we gonna fuck even though we probably shouldn’t?”

I thought about it. Barely.

I reached for her head.

Then pulled her into me.

Our tongues are deep.

I’m squeezing the biggest breast I’ve ever felt.

Thumbing her nipple as she moans into my mouth.

She still rubs my cock.

I kiss her neck.

She rubs my cock a with a tighter grip.

I kiss her cleavage.

She has freckles.

She rubs her thumb across my swollen tip.

She pulls my shirt off.

Runs her hands through my hair chest.

I kiss her soft breast. Working my way to her nipple.

She wraps her arms around my neck.

Our skin touches.

She’s so warm and smooth.

My glistening cock feels the cool air. And also occasionally her ass cheek.

She runs her hands through my hair as my lips finally make it to her big nipple.

She pulls me closer.

I’m shamelessly suck.

She slowly sits down on my cock.

My cock pressed against her shorts.

She smiles devilishly.

Gives me a little lap dance.

It doesn’t feel as good as her mouth. But she looks so cute.

Reading my mind again, she says with a fake pout , “oh, do you not like my shorts”

“No. Take them off.”

And suddenly we are flirting again.

“You want me to take off my shorts, sir? I just met you.”

She looks at my lips. And impulsively kisses me. My cock lunges against her.

She exhales against my face.

“Take off your pants now.” I say into her mouth.

Loud enough for someone to hear if they weren’t wearing headphones …

“Shhh…” she says with a mischievous smile. But stands up. Eyes locked on me.

She put her thumbs into her waistband. Her back against the tv.

Bruce Campbell still losing his mind.

Her tits gently swaying.

Her curvy figure illuminated.

And then she danced for me.

Slowly. Confidently. Seductively.

She knew she had me. She knew she was going to fuck me.

I started stroking my cock ever slowly.

She looked down and got serious for a brief moment. Bit her lip. Turned around and slid her shorts down slowly. She bent over. Showed me everything.

I pulled my pants off and waited like a good boy.

Waiting for my supper.

She turned around and laughed when she saw my pants off. She was so cute.

And then moved toward me. Put her hands on my shoulders. Looking deep into my eyes.

Our bodies both naked in her living room as her roommate was in the next room. The Barbie I wanted just an hour earlier. And now I wanted Becca.

Her ass and pussy hung just above my throbbing cock.

She was in control and she knew it.

She watched my eyes. Her smile faded.

She watched my lips.

I felt her slit against my cock.

I bit my lip. Trying so hard to wait.

She ran it back and forth against me. Getting me wetter and slicker. It felt like hot gel. Just absolutely drenched.

I was the one moaning now. I’m such a good boy. I’m not taking control. I’m not grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her into me. Pounding her like the slut she is.

I’m not thinking anything like that. Because I’m a good boy.

And receiving a blessing.

My mind helps my body. It IS a blessing. And I want this goddess to take her time.

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