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Chapter 8 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What do you suggest?

Take a ride.

Off goes your bra, and then your panties. He seems absolutely hypnotized at every movement you make, not taking his eyes off your body for even half a second. You take this opportunity to do it slowly, teasing him, eventually exposing the full nudity of your beauty for him to appreciate. His cock trembles, and you begin to worry that it might erupt from visuals alone. He said he hasn't even been with a girl before.

You crawl on top of him, and press your body against his own. You can feel his throbbing erection pushing against your groin, begging to be fucked. You kiss him, sliding your tongue between his lips and he does the same, probably working completely off videos he's watched at home.

Pushing against him teases you as much as it does him, but you continue to make out with the boy. Your hands caress his naked body, feeling the firmness of his torso and the hardness of his member... and his rear feels nice as well. Though his hands cover yours as well, taking full advantage of the opportunity to massage your ass, and especially your chest. You ask if he has protection, and surprisingly he does. You wonder how long he's had a condom waiting in his wallet for.

You become anxious for a proper orgasm, sitting up on his thighs and pushing his cock deeply up into your body. You can feel it push into you, feeling you with pleasure. You curve your hips, bouncing up and down on his manhood, and it feels outstanding. It's like you're finally feeling what those damn panties have been wanting you to feel.

Suddenly you feel his dick explode between your thighs, throbbing violently and he audibly moans much to his own embarrassment. His own ecstasy puts you over your breaking point. You swing your head back, taking in the extend of his orgasm as you have a climax of your own... Wow. You breath heavily and fall limp, stumbling off his body and back against the door behind you.

You eventually ask if he'll delete the pictures and he nods frantically.

"Y-Yes... I promise... That was amazing."

He almost mouths, "Thank you", or something similar but flushes red, gathering together his belongings. Then you hear your phone beep.

You pull it out of your bag, and see that you sister just texted you, saying that you can come home whenever you want.

Freedom at long last!

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