It was the exact opposite of Vicki or Sam, who both just craved to get f****d. With Becca, it was going to be a whole unique experience, and I couldn’t wait. Kneeling between her open legs, I took my c**k in my hand and rubbed it up and down her waiting p***y. “Ahh…” she sighed. “Wow. Just that feels good.”
Letting my head push forward slightly, I opened up her lips with the head of my d**k, enjoying her little sigh and the way she was looking at me. There was trust there, and I was definitely not going to break it. This was almost like I was taking her virginity. Or re-taking it, I supposed. All I wanted was for her to experience something she’d never had before. A guy who actually cared about making her feel good.
Sliding forward, her opening was wet enough that there was no resistance
