A black-haired girl picked up on the street. She looked like a typical high school girl, her face was exactly my type, but what really caught my attention was her absolute territory—the space between her skirt and thigh. For someone with my fetishes, it was irresistible.
I approached her, but her cold, aloof attitude made me nervous. Hesitant yet determined, I offered money and managed to negotiate a deal. She mentioned working part-time at a convenience store, and when I asked about her hourly wage, she replied with a slightly tough, resilient attitude.
Though I have an S personality, I’ve got a bit of M in me too, and our interaction started turning me on. As I touched her thigh and then began licking it slowly, she genuinely reacted with disgust, shouting, “You’re gross, you old man, you’re so gross!”
When I pulled her panties down, I saw her pink glistening slit surrounded by black pubic hair. As I touched her with my fingers, they made wet squishing sounds. Even though she acted cold and distant, I sensed she might be slightly aroused, which only heightened my excitement.
I made her suck my cock, and my arousal skyrocketed. Riding her halfway, I performed a rough blowjob scene. She seemed somewhat reluctant, but still kept sucking, making me wonder if she was actually a closet masochist.
Then she suddenly snapped, yelling, “That’s enough!” Worried she’d lose interest, I quickly distracted her and moved straight to penetration. When she said, “Put on a condom,” I hesitated for a second, then pretended to put one on—while actually going bareback.
Convinced it’d be fine even if she found out later, I plunged forward recklessly. She probably wasn’t emotionally involved at all, but as my cock thrust into her, her body responded honestly—she moaned sweet, cute sounds despite herself. While cheerful girls are fun, there’s an indescribable sense of conquest in pounding
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