Bitchicisms

Young boys are so cute. They are insanely horny. Even when they're practically falling to sleep they will still try to fuck. And they are so adorably weird. Especially when they encounter someone like me.

He was tired and I was a little drunk. I hugged him and he managed not to let go. He was so unsure of himself, which was adorable. He didn't want to seem too eager in front of his friends.

Finally, in our little room, he gave up pretenses and fucked my brains out. It was a bit fuzzy, I may have passed out. Next thing I remember, I was waking up. He was sleeping beside me, his back turned to the wall. I hugged him, pressed my breasts against his backs and started kissing him. His body was sculpted, he'd lost weight since the last time.

He turned to me. He had such nice nipples. He whispered encouragement as I sucked his cock. Then I climbed on top of him and started to ride. The little boy was moaning, groaning and shuddering. His eyes were closed and he repeated how good it felt.

I climbed off and he fucked me. He was a fucking jackhammer. It was brutal and violent. I loved it. He could barely walk afterwards. I could barely stand.