She stood on her toes, pressing her lips against my ear. There was a poster for the movie Clueless on the wall. The door had barely closed when we started kissing again. Her hands reached down my back, lingering on my butt. We lay kissing on the bed, exploring each other's bodies with our hands. I caressed them lightly with my palms, looking for her nipples with my thumbs. I released her breast and moved upwards, and we kissed again. I gasped, feeling the goddess's hand beneath my dress. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and her fingers probed my sensitive pussy.
Briefly, the goddess leaned forward and kissed me again. She led me away from the party, down a quiet cobblestone path. Her bedroom was dim, and she didn't turn the lights on. In the confines of her room, I could smell her body odor - a strong, earthy scent. At some point, I finally found the courage to touch her breasts. Glancing up, I saw that her eyes were squeezed tightly closed. Then she was grabbing at me, pulling me up towards her mouth.
Meanwhile, the rest of my brain was still occupied by her breast. We kissed a little bit, but mostly our lips and faces just touched. Luckily, the goddess's clit worked perfectly: when I touched it, her whole body responded.
Her pussy felt different than mine - much wetter and looser than I ever got. We lay together for a long time, fingering each other. "Sorry," I said, "that hurts a little." "Oh - should I stop...? Everything else feels good." I focused more on her pleasure.
My lips pulled instinctively at it, fingers squeezing the flesh. I stroked her, feeling the yielding flesh beneath the fabric. My lips sucked hard at her nipple, and my finger slid across the smooth, slippery flesh between her pussy lips. I touched the small nub of her clit hood, and then the wet, hungry entrance to her vagina. Sure, she was with Smith for five years and loved him very much, but in the end, that kind of life just wasn’t for her. About 21% of Americans have been in a non-monogamous relationship, 50% say “society is just as well off if people have priorities other than marriage and children,” and 12% are only looking for casual hookups.These statistics show there’s a demand to be met, and sex-only apps are striving to meet it.Over 13.3 million horny men and women use it every month (so you’ll never run out of options), you won’t have to pay to create a profile, browse, and chat, and your information is protected by SSL encryption technology.This isn't the sexiest story in the world, but it's a true one. I've slept with seven men in my life, and only one woman. I was 22 years old, visiting my friend Carla at college. So we were already half-drunk when we reached the house party. The music was so loud you couldn't hold a conversation. I dream about young mothers with huge, milk-filled tits.