With that, he gripped my ass firmly, helping me ride him as his hands guided the rhythm of my hips. I leaned in and kissed him hard, our tongues tangling in a wild dance while I kept moving against him.

This was the best feeling I'd ever experienced—better than any dream, better than any secret fantasy I’d cooked up in my quiet dorm. Miles better than the boys I'd fucked at school.

"Fuck! You are so sweet. Better than your mom... I could fuck you all day," he moaned. I was practically twerking on his lap now. My movements were getting frantic as the pleasure began to overwhelm my senses....