His cock was inside of me with one thrust, and still gripping my hair in a fist, he started to fuck me hard. I couldn’t help but bit my bottom lip as I looked up into his blue eyes. I hate it that he was right. I wondered if I could find another excuse to bend over so he would get another peek. “Such a horny little slut,” he said chuckling, pulling my hair even more, making me close my eyes and cringe with the pain as I held on his leg for support. Now I was getting pissed at him, so I started to lick his cock, swirling my tongue underneath the head. I remember thinking it was the best feeling I’ve ever felt, and I just wanted more of it, so I kept pressing myself, rubbing against it. Right the next day we started to go “jogging” together, but the truth is that he would fuck me as soon as we stepped out of the trail in the woods close to our houses.
