“Yeah!” He nodded eagerly and joined me on the bed. Everything he did had the mark of an amateur, but I didn’t mind. He climbed on top of me and threatened to trample me to death. I should have made him get on his back and ridden him, but I wanted to feel the weight of a man’s body against mine.
Since he didn’t know what he was doing, it was easy to take control. I did that by reaching down and firmly grabbing his c**k. It wasn’t gigantic, but nicely sized. I felt bit like Goldilocks; it wasn’t too big or too small, but just right.
Maybe a little big…but that was okay.
“Do I…should I…need a condom?” he asked, stuttering as I fitted his c**k head into my entrance.
“No way,” I breathed in his ear. “I want to feel you raw. Don’t worry. I’m safe.”
That was more than good enough for a teen
