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At a social gathering, I ran across Paul. A true darling, he was a coworker of a buddy. I immediately felt a connection with him. A complete virgin, Paul was also. Although it was very evident, he didn’t tell me—at least not immediately away. Honestly, I didn’t care. Virgins are polite, appreciative, and good at following instructions, in my experience. In addition, I like being a teaching tool.

We had both been mingling as the evening progressed, but we ended up on the back porch, gazing at the fire my buddy had built. Paul had a few, albeit not enough to be completely blitzed. It was sufficient for him to be able to stop driving. After a few beers, we would discuss some open and honest subjects. I, who had been sipping on a single drink for the majority of the evening, offered to give him a ride when he suddenly realized that he had no means to go home.

He gave me the pretty straightforward instructions to his residence when it was time to begin traveling. He chattered away as I was driving, about the weather, his job, and the status of the world, until finally turning the conversation to me. He hadn’t been nearly as subtle as he wondered he had been, looking at my tits the entire night, but I hadn’t cared and had even undone a couple buttons on my shirt, stating that I was feeling warm after one whole drink. He continued to compliment my auburn hair, spectacles, eyes, ass, and tits in addition to my red lips and red lips. He dwelt on the last one for some time, and I could feel the sex tension rising as he grieved about still being a virgin and wished he had the courage to just do something. Consequently, I seized his hand and put it on my chest.

He eventually stopped talking, then froze when he saw that the only thing standing between him and my 34C tits were two layers of cloth. He started to softly squeeze and caress me as I kept driving without talking. His breathing became harder as he hushedly said how amazing it felt. His expression of innocent amazement and the apparent tent in his trousers made me smile as I cast a quick glimpse over his shoulder. His lap received my hand as I slipped it across. At first, he was unaware since he was so preoccupied with what he was doing. He began to poke my nipple through the cloth as it was becoming harder. His cock sprang in his trousers, and I cried out, gripping the wheel even tighter. His shaft wasn’t the largest I had ever seen, but it was respectable. As I stroked my fingers up and down it, he moaned out my name.

I had already begun making plans for the rest of the night in my thoughts, like how I would suck and fuck the poor virgin next to me so wonderfully that he wouldn’t even remember what life was like before, or how I would create him up to such a powerful climax that he’d think he saw the face of God.as he stiffened up, squeezing my tit a little too tightly, and came in his trousers with a shuddering cry. I cast a regretful gaze in that direction since such a substantial load had been lost. He needed some time to process what had transpired and for the “post nut clarity” to fully set in before he could stop himself from apologizing all over again. My assurance that I didn’t mind wasn’t fully accurate when I informed him that everything was OK. However, there are moments when I am unsure of my own power.

He was sitting awkwardly when I arrived at his residence. I queried whether he would like me to enter. He insisted that he wanted to go to bed since he was exhausted and said “no.” Nevertheless, I insisted that we meet up at a later time and made sure I got his mobile number because I knew he wouldn’t have the confidence to text me first. He stumbled into the room uncomfortably and was still a virgin, but I made sure we would address that at a later time. Although, that is a another tale.

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