Sixteen Years Ago
"Damn, you are good," the man who I had been my chat mate whispered. He rolled off me and gave a satisfied sigh. "I knew that you were good, even before we met."
I lay there on the floor disheveled and confused, feeling the cum dripping out between my legs. I reached for my panties that I had set aside and wore them. He, on the other hand, was sleeping. I sat up and swept my hair into a ponytail.
I leaned my back against the wall and looked at the room where we were. I could see that his brother was sleeping on the other side, and his brother's co-worker on the other side.
I sighed. The man was so horny he did not even think of privacy. He literary just mounted me, pushed my panties aside, lowered his shorts and undies, and began to fuck me. No foreplay, just a rut.
