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I’m chatting with some kid that found online. I thought that it got confused or that its in some sort of teen depression, but he can’t talk to his mom and needs somebody to comfort him. Nothing special. He opened the convo with a lighting struck, saying that he’s interested in me like a woman. What are you talking bout kid? I could be his mother if I was a little bit irrational and gave him birth when I was 16. I’m explaining to him that I have a daughter „wait a couple of years and come again, I’ll gladly cooperate“, I said. No, he was going to make great sex with me! He made me laugh. It took me so much time to get my hands on the so called „great sex“, but he acts as if he’s some ancient God of Sex. Although he’s funny, cocky and he’s smart. A boy, but when I saw his photo, my pussy shivered. It got worse after he saw mine. He explained me, as if he thrust his hand in the frame, flipped me on all sides and smashed like a piece of meat on the kitchen table.

He ain’t the first guy in his super puberty, that tries to see if some more mature woman is going to bite. Most of them don’t have the balls and don’t have the confidence that it’s actually going to happen to them, but this one does and that irritates me. It’s not THAT irritating…and I start to feel him. Probably because I still remember the boy from the 3rd floor, who used to come and mourn about the bluntness of his girl classmates, the endless nights of getting wasted and the mornings, in which he couldn’t remember the names of the girls in his bed. He used to listen to my life counsel as if I was his bigger sister, that he has never had, but he didn’t look at me like a sister…

One day I asked him to rub my back. He took the task with unusual enthusiasm, while he was drawing some plans about the time when he’s going to be rich and independent. Nobody had taught him, but his fingers were strong and gentle at the same moment, touching me carefully through the thin shirt, as if they were exploring what was beneath it. Only his hands were going down under the armpits and sunk in the soft on the side of my tits. He was silent in expectation for me to stop him. I didn’t. When his hands thread under my bra and squeezed my breasts, I felt how his hard penis on my bottom began to pulse. He didn’t resist.

It turned my face against him. He was paralyzed like a kid, who waits for its punishment. I unbuttoned his pants and his cock poured out warm, big and plastered. I bowed and slowly licked the dense cum. His breathing was dismembered and his hips were shivering. I sucked the head of his penis and it jumped in my lips – hard and big once again. For a moment there, the flaky cock of my husband appeared in my mind and it made me even more flesh for what was filling me. The the boy instinctively grabbed my head and pushed it towards him. His hardness pierced me and I spat it out to catch some breath. I couldn’t leave his thing, my pussy was already pulsing, wet and burning in desire to get some action. There was no time to take of my panties, I pulled them aside and impaled on his massive cock. My tits were rubbing against his face. I embraced his face with them and began to ride him hard and deep and each time it felt like I’ve been hit by a super powerful sewing machine. I’ve never felt such orgasm before. I screamed, hit and squeezed and I felt his strong hands catching me by the hip and pushing me down. The pain melted in the warmth of his ejaculation. It was much later that I realized he didn’t made a single sound.

Hmmm… this guy from the chat is eager to see me. If he only knew what he wants…