Mag-log inHe didn’t force me deeper. He just rested one hand on the back of my head and let me explore. I licked along the underside, then sucked the head again, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit. He was breathing harder now. Every time I took him a little deeper he made a low, rough sound that went straight to my clit.After a few minutes he pulled me off him with a wet pop. Saliva connected my bottom lip to the head of his cock for a second before it broke.“Up,” he ordered.I stood on shaky legs. He spun me around so my back was to his chest and pushed me forward until my hands braced against the tent canvas. He kicked my feet apart wider. The short skirt was still bunched around my waist. My thong was tangled around one ankle.I felt the thick, hot head of his cock slide between my thighs and rub through my soaked folds. He dragged it back and forth, coating himself in my wetness. Every time the head bumped my clit I jerked.“You feel that?” he asked against my ear. His voice was
My head fell back against the tent. A broken moan left my mouth before I could stop it.He licked me like he was starving. Flat tongue over my clit, then pointed tip circling it, then diving lower to push inside me. The wet sounds were so loud in the quiet space. My hands went to his hair, gripping hard. I didn’t even care that someone could walk by and see us — a masked man on his knees with his face buried between my legs while I shook.He sucked my clit into his mouth and hummed. The vibration shot straight through me. My thighs started to tremble around his head.“Fuck — oh my god—”He didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking, one hand holding me open while two fingers pushed back inside me and curled. The dual feeling was too much. Pressure built fast and hard in my lower stomach.“I’m gonna—” I tried to warn him but the words came out as a high, broken sound.He growled against my pussy and sucked harder. I came so hard my vision went white at the edges. My whole body locked up.
His hand stayed locked around mine as he pulled me deeper between the tents. The music faded to a distant thump. The air felt cooler here, darker. My legs were still shaky from the orgasm he’d just given me with his fingers, and every step made my soaked thong rub against my sensitive clit.We stopped in a narrow space between two large camping tents. The fabric blocked most of the light and noise. I could still hear voices somewhere nearby, but it felt hidden enough. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.He turned to face me. In the dim light I could only see the lower half of his face under the black mask — strong jaw, full mouth, the way his throat moved when he swallowed. His eyes looked almost black behind the mask.He didn’t ask if I was sure again. He just grabbed my waist, pushed me back against the canvas of one tent, and kissed me like he’d been waiting all night to do it.It wasn’t soft. His mouth was hot and hungry. His tongue slid against mine and I m
The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Filthy and honest.“I want someone I don’t know to fuck me. Hard. I want it to hurt a little. I want to feel it tomorrow.”His thumb stroked over my pulse. I knew he could feel how fast it was racing.“First time?” he asked quietly.I swallowed. Nodded.Something dark and satisfied flickered across his visible mouth.“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re really standing here telling a stranger you want him to take your virginity in the middle of a festival.”My legs felt weak. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”He leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. His voice was pure sin.“Then stop thinking.”His hand on my waist slid down, over my hip, and under the back of my skirt. His palm was huge and hot against my bare ass cheek. He squeezed once, firm, then his fingers slipped between my thighs from behind and pressed against the soaked crotch of my thong.A low, filthy sound rumbled out of his chest.“You’re fucking dripping.”I
Is this him?The thought made fresh wetness seep into my thong.The hands slid lower, fingers brushing the hem of my skirt. I should have stepped away. I didn’t. I arched my back a little instead, offering more. The stranger behind me groaned — I felt the vibration of it against my shoulder...and his grip tightened.Then he was gone. The crowd shifted and I was alone again, breathing hard, thighs slick.I kept dancing. The music got louder. My head felt floaty. Every time someone touched me I imagined it was him — the masked stranger from my fantasies. The one who would finally do what I’d been too scared to ask for in real life.I don’t know how long I was out there. Time blurred with the lights and the bass. My legs were tired. My pussy was throbbing. I needed air, or water, or something.I pushed toward the edge of the crowd, toward the darker area where the big camping tents gave way to smaller clusters and shadowy paths between them. The music was still loud but the bodies were t
I shouldn’t already be this wet.The bass from the main stage was thumping so hard it traveled through the ground and straight into my clit. I was still inside my tiny tent, knees pressed together, but I could feel the vibration right there — low, steady, like someone was holding a vibrator against me and refusing to move it.My phone screen lit up again. Another notification from that arrogant prick RiftVex. I didn’t even open it. I already knew what it said. Same shit he always posted after one of my streams — calling out “try-hard girls who think cute filters make up for dogshit gameplay.” I hated him. Hated his deep voice in those clipped videos, hated how cocky he sounded, hated that sometimes when I was touching myself I accidentally pictured that same voice saying filthy things instead of roasting me.Not tonight.Tonight I was done with all of it. No usernames. No faces. No one knowing I was still a twenty-two-year-old virgin who got off to the idea of being used by a complete







