His whole body was hard and tight, fighting the need to plunge in and ride me strong and hard. My lover wanted to make sure I was truly ready for him.... Pain was not one of my sexual pleaures and the sensual sexual foreplay made it all the more easier. I fel this huge hands stroke my thighs and his pelvis started to rock slowly, back and forth, so the engorged head of his cock slipped deeper into my tight passage. Every sound seemed to fade, except our controlled, if not tortured breaths, caught. She was little confused since she had not much knowledge of biology and human body parts at that age and so it was a great opportunity for me to show her and see her body parts. Her chance was easier, a hair clip. Next chance was mine and the call was pubic hair. I showed her hairs on my chest and was pulling down my shorts when she laughed and turned the other side. I pulled her near me and forced her to see.Next chance was hers and she got yet another easy one, eyes. My next was vest.. Although she was cautious, she wasn't closed minded to trying things out. So up the glasses came, we clinked them and I said "Cheers!" like they did at the club. The flavor was sweet and tart, cold and hot at the same time. After her initial reaction, she liked it and it was not long before the glasses were empty. Nor was it long before we both felt a rush from them. An empty stomach will do that. It was a warm, relaxed feeling with some “oh, what the hell” mixed in.Tam and I started making out. ”“About wh-?” I begin to ask just as I try to get up on my feet, but freeze mid-movement.Wait.A.Hot second.I slide my fingers between my legs. When they graze my clit, I whimper. Sore and overly sensitive, poor thing.When I reach a bit deeper, I draw a shuddering, gasping breath. “Oh, what the fuck.”It doesn’t feel like he’s still inside me.He is.And he’s still moving.I half-squat down and feel myself, and clench my still-buzzing pelvic muscles to try and squeeze it out.It’s not coming out,.