The steam rise!

All you can do is gasp, as he pulls his shirt off.

Showing that wide carpet on a broad hairy chest.

Lacking behind, you undo your bra, tossing it away with vigour.

Your finger flicking your glass hard nipples.

You feel, a certain heat wave taking a rush over you.

You have not been so horny since over a half decade ago in school. Back then, you managed to trick a coach to follow you int the shower stall.

You got the hots for the guy for eons, if you seduce him, he will be your first real man to do you.

Till now, you only play with the toy your older sister gave you as a present for your twelfth birthday, in a secret box she hands you.

A whooping fat jelly dildo n' a nice long big anal bead.

She must found out, somehow, you found her sex-toys n' lent them to you.

That coach was the first dude, who really take you to use, since that you must admit you're addicted to well hung man who like to wear you out for their own lusting.

You're the first to admit you're an easy lay, if a guy is tempting to nail you hard.

He may not have popped your cherry, because you have done that several years before to yourself.

But he is, n' will ever be, the first dude who banged you into a frantic orgasmic fancy.

Since then, you almost climax on the sight of a black skin dick.

That's long ago, you bin don by a whole bunches of stags.

You look over to Jon, who is in eyes on you in awe.

He is blinking, like he is puzzled.

You push up your jugs, shaking them to get Jon out of his thoughts.

His question hit you hard n' flick you back to the now n' here.

"Amber, show me a certificate to identify your real age?"

"We not long after that?" you ask in confusion.

The damp heat between your legs is nearly unbearable.

"No, I must insist!" the big black chunk of a handsome dude, rely on.

You fumble out of your tight pant your card sleeve, pull out one driver license, you pick the one to say you're 22 already.

"Here, take that as my insurance, I'm legal!" you hiss.

This prick is taking you out of your horny mood, just so.

Jon picks up your card, looking at it.

"Okay I see! Now Amber, please give me your right one!" he almost pled.

"Hey, you not trust me?" you try to convince.

This is futile, his gaze is stern.

You fetch your actual driver card, 18 plus a few months.

So you can buy a gun in most states, n' do all kind of adult things but not get a proper range of booze.

Jon nod.

"Nice Amber, now we can go on, if you still like to get laid!"

Saying that, he reached over n' toke one of your heavy orbs in his big hands, flick his thumb over your still erected nipples.

His skin on his finder is far rougher, you thought by his tame manor.

You inhale whimpering.

"Yeah, I thought that!" Jon chuckled.

"You wanna get laid on this casting couch. You need it badly!" he whispered.

"Yes, I am! I need a good humping n' I wanna be into the porn business! So please Jon, take me for a test ride! Give it to me good" you say pulling down your pants n' string in one go.

Jon rises from his seat n' step out of his pants, all he now wears is his boxer.

You get transfixed by the immense bulge you see.

"Ow, darn, you got the tool I need now!" you purr in wild craving.

Jon bent away to grab a string of condoms.

"No, Jon, please do me bareback! Condoms are so yikes, cum is yummy, you know?" you coo, almost pleading, taking the unopened rubber sleeve out of his big hands. You shimmy down from the sofa to kneel in front of big Jon standing before you.