He loved them; he started fondling them and playing with them. He even started sucking them, and I pushed myself towards the wall and stood with its support while he sucked the life out of my boobies. They were untouched, and he was the first man to touch them; he was playing with them, and I was completely lost in the aroused state of my body. He started to open my pants. I don’t wear a bra; I just wear a panty when I go to college, so he saw the panty, and then he just pulled the pants down my legs; he saw my beautiful silky things and started feeling them; he was touching every part of my body and feeling it. I was standing with my pants on while he was feeling me. He stared to touch my crotch; it was the most aroused I have ever been, and he was never a candidate in my mind to even touch my body by mistake. He was the last man on earth who was going to fuck me; even my dad had a higher chance of getting to fuck me than him.
And that’s what made me horny: I was degraded by the man I hated. And he was the first man to touch my body; it was more arousing. He touched my crotch, and as his rough and big hands touched my inner thighs, I got so wet that some pussy juice was leaking through my pants. It was so wet that it couldn’t contain more juice in it, and I started to leak very much. He saw the juice from mine falling on the floor and asked me to lick it. I stopped for a minute, looked at him, and he repeated, “Bend over and lick it.” I was shocked by this sudden behavior change, but I have licked my pussyjuice before, so I bent over and hastily licked the juice, and he asked me to take my clothes off and took me to his room by grabbing my hand.
As we entered, I hit my nostalgia button. I had been in that room years ago when we were just kids, and here I was, naked, entering his room again for the same reason: to play with me. But the difference was that, while we had played with toys before, this time he was playing with my body. And it was keeping me hot and giving me goosebumps.
He asked me to sit on the bed while he closed the door. He forgot, and he said wait, wait, wait, before I sat down and quickly grabbed a cloth to put on the bed. It wasn’t enough for him to just say, “Sit down on the floor.” I sat down as he said, and he got naked. I was shocked by seeing his 8-inch-long dick; he had his dick skin removed as the traditional practice. So it was looking very cute and had no skin around it, which made my mouth water. I wanted him to fuck my face till I died with it; at that time, I was so horny, I listed all my senses, and I had nothing in my mind other than him and his dick.
He didn’t even walk to be there, and I was already on my knees for him, waiting for him to push it in. I put my hands forward, asking him to come forward. He took the hint that now I was surrendering and came forward. I looked at his dick. It was huge. I looked at him while stroking his dick, and he was smiling while looking at me. I licked his dickhead and saw him get chills. I started to lick his dick from all over, and he was surprising cleaner than the dick pics I have been getting on my social media from strangers. He was really clean, but I had a small fetish to be degraded, so if it was nasty, I would have been more sexy.