Sunday Morning Stranger: My Ass Tease That Made Him Explode

His apartment. Sunday morning. We’d chatted for days online. Dirty texts. Pics of my wide hips, his hard cock. No time wasted. Brunch spot nearby. Quick coffee. Fresh air nips my skin. Back to his place. Under the duvet. Heart racing. First real touch. I strip to my tiny thong. Feel his eyes. Phone vibrates on nightstand. Another match? Ignore it. Air chills. I shiver. Press back against him. His cock stirs in boxers. Days of buildup. Finally smell him up close. Musky cologne mixed with sleep. Intoxicating. Unconscious wiggle. Rub him slow. He hardens fast. Hand slides to his belly. Grab through fabric. He groans. I giggle, husky voice cracking. ‘Morning wood already, babe?’ Neck kisses. His hands on my waist. ‘Your ass… fuck, it’s perfect.’ I grind harder. Urgency hits. No more screens. Real friction now.