I was shivering with anticipation, it had been quite a while since I had sex with a man on my own terms. I had told him, when I let him know I was com...ing to meet him, that I would be his personal fuck slave for the weekend and possibly longer! With this in mind, I was ready for anything he might want. Instead of immediately jumping my bones, he was the perfect Southern gentleman and offered me a glass of wine. He already knew that was my drink of choice from our previous Kik conversations. We. “Hello sexy lady,” I read on my phone. His simple text sending jolts straight down to my pussy. “Hello my sexy man,” I reply. “What are you wearing Heather?” “Nothing Mack, I am naked for you." I smile as I hit send, knowing this will send his body raging. Naked is how we always like it now. Since the first time we chatted naked, it has to be this way. "What are you wearing Mack?” "Just my boxers Heather," he replies. "I think you are over dressed Mack. Take them off.” “Mmmm babe, I am. " Apparently he could tell that I was a bit naughty, well, maybe more than I bit. We flirted with each other for several months with him at one point asking me if I would like an armadillo embossed on my forehead. I was confused until I realized his belt buckle was an armadillo, and he was referring to sticking his cock in my mouth hard enough to push my forehead against his belt. He was quite a bit older than I, but he was intriguing. He was a biker which always turned me on. I tried every. And super sensitive according to the way she responded.“I love you, my precious Lissa.”“Tony, be gentle but push into me. I need to feel you inside.”“If you’re sure it won’t hurt.”“You probably can’t go as deep, but it won’t hurt; I promise.”It was never difficult for my cock to find Lissa’s pussy from behind. Having eight or nine pounds of baby pushing down, though certainly made things a little tighter. That seemed to change Lissa’s responses, too, and she ramped up quickly to her first.