Dusting And Deflowering
Connie looked up at me with the widest, most curious pair of eyes I had ever seen. They were like a bear back from a failed salmon hunt: hungry and brown. Her lips burst with youthful fullness. My cock hardened. I ushered her inside my apartment, closing the door as soon as she was through it. Neighbours like to judge. I gave her the classic European greeting. A brush on each of her radiant, rose-tinted cheeks. Formal enough for a first meeting, yet just warm enough to open the door to promise...
First Time