(ZF) She pounces on you

Before you can even begin to think of a plan, Ayesha makes her first move.

She jumps from her end of the sofa, the sudden impact pushing you down. She’s on top of you and she’s breathing hard, her chest heaving. Her cheeks are flushed, and then you notice her first imperfection. When she’s red her skin takes on a blotchy red complexion. You think it’s adorable, but don’t have time to dwell on it.

She’s breathing so hard she’s nearly hyperventilating. Her legs start to move around yours, and her thigh brushes against your cock over your sweatpants. She freezes. There’s only a thin layer of cloth separating her from your bare cock.

She looks down at it in shock, the outline clearly visible through your grey swears. Still not saying a word. But there’s a hunger in her eyes, an appetite that’s been formed after a year’s worth of starvation.

She lowers her lips and starts to make out with you. Her lips are warm and wet, and you taste a salty mixture of her peach berry chapstick and her sweat from her walk in the heat.

She’s still an awkward kisser but she makes up for it in passion. She’s **** for you, eager for more. Hungry.

She pulls away for a second to catch her breath, and then leans back in, inches away from your face. Her eyes are lock in on yours, those big beautiful brown eyes.

She brings her lips near yours again and gently bites your lower lip. Her movements seem almost rehearsed, like she’d been practicing this moment for months. But you can tell she’s nervous, by the way her body is nervously shaking against yours. Man is she fucking adorable.

As the two of you make out, she starts to bring her thigh up again, lightly brushing it against your cock. And then back down. She Her legs up and down, massaging your groin against her thigh. An awkward way of initating sex, characteristic of a girl like her raised in an environment like hers.

Slowly but surely, she manages to pull your waistband down until your cock springs out. She squeaks, and then shifts her body left until your groin is aligned with hers. You can feel the soft silky texture of her abaya on the tip of your dick

You break away from the kiss, startled. Your eyes are wide in surprise but you can see that hers are determined. In the excitement of things, her hijab was pushed back and loose strands of hair fall on her face. She looks more beautiful every second, but you have a heard time focusing on her hair when your dick is nearly about to explode all over her thigh

Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that, but to this extent? A conservative girl like her who wouldn’t even reveal her hair to the other sex was about to do this?

A million thoughts are racing through her head but she’s only got one thought on her mind. She needs to get that cock into her.