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Hot Hook Up - A True Story - 4 Sep 2025
I never thought I’d be writing this, but I just had to share. Last New Year’s Eve with my petite, fearless fuck buddy left me shaking.
After we got back to my place after watching the fireworks she strolled in to the bedroom as I was changing with a smirk on her lips like she owned the room and set her bag down with a little flourish. “I’ve got something special for us tonight,” biting her lip she whispered, eyes locking on mine, dangerous and playful all at once.
She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, and traced a finger slowly down my chest, just enough to make me shiver. “Watch me,” she murmured, leaning close, breath hot against my ear, “I’m going to make you ache.” She tugged down her panties slowly, letting me glimpse just enough to feel the heat crawling up my cock.
Then she leaned back, teasing herself with two fingers, circling her clit, letting out a soft moan, her frame arching toward me. Her confidence was intoxicating—every movement precise, every gasp a command. “Do you like watching?” she hissed, keeping her eyes locked on mine, already knowing the answer.
She reached into her bag and pulled out the wand, pressing it to her clit. Her back arched instantly, hands gripping the sheets, moaning long and low. Then, without missing a beat, she slid the vibrating dildo inside herself, grinding, bouncing, pressing her petite body into every motion, eyes never leaving mine. “Stroke yourself… watch me… feel me shiver,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Her moans grew louder, faster, and then she squealed as the wand hit just the right spot while the dildo pulsed inside her. She started squirting in hot, wet spurts, body trembling, hips bucking and she gasped, “I’m drowning you in me!” I groaned, stroking faster, desperate to match her intensity.
She didn’t stop—grinding harder, bouncing on the dildo, pressing the wand against her clit, whispering filthy commands: “Touch me… stroke with me… harder… cum with me!” Each wave of pleasure made her shake, squeal and squirt again, drenched and quivering. I came over her, throbbing and slick, while she trembled beneath me, grinning like a tiny goddess who’d completely owned the moment. Watching her petite body, drenched, writhing and in total control, I knew nothing had ever turned me on more.
After we got back to my place after watching the fireworks she strolled in to the bedroom as I was changing with a smirk on her lips like she owned the room and set her bag down with a little flourish. “I’ve got something special for us tonight,” biting her lip she whispered, eyes locking on mine, dangerous and playful all at once.
She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, and traced a finger slowly down my chest, just enough to make me shiver. “Watch me,” she murmured, leaning close, breath hot against my ear, “I’m going to make you ache.” She tugged down her panties slowly, letting me glimpse just enough to feel the heat crawling up my cock.
Then she leaned back, teasing herself with two fingers, circling her clit, letting out a soft moan, her frame arching toward me. Her confidence was intoxicating—every movement precise, every gasp a command. “Do you like watching?” she hissed, keeping her eyes locked on mine, already knowing the answer.
She reached into her bag and pulled out the wand, pressing it to her clit. Her back arched instantly, hands gripping the sheets, moaning long and low. Then, without missing a beat, she slid the vibrating dildo inside herself, grinding, bouncing, pressing her petite body into every motion, eyes never leaving mine. “Stroke yourself… watch me… feel me shiver,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Her moans grew louder, faster, and then she squealed as the wand hit just the right spot while the dildo pulsed inside her. She started squirting in hot, wet spurts, body trembling, hips bucking and she gasped, “I’m drowning you in me!” I groaned, stroking faster, desperate to match her intensity.
She didn’t stop—grinding harder, bouncing on the dildo, pressing the wand against her clit, whispering filthy commands: “Touch me… stroke with me… harder… cum with me!” Each wave of pleasure made her shake, squeal and squirt again, drenched and quivering. I came over her, throbbing and slick, while she trembled beneath me, grinning like a tiny goddess who’d completely owned the moment. Watching her petite body, drenched, writhing and in total control, I knew nothing had ever turned me on more.
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