My Tinder date fills my pussy with cum – Creampie

Bumping and grinding to the slick beat of the latest pop tune, the young girl shimmied her barely covered behind on my raging hard cock. Her tiny g-string provided little protection from my throbbing member, rubbing directly against her plump cheeks. Groaning, I gripped her hips tighter, guiding her movements as she rode my lap. The cramped confines of my SUV barely contained our writhing bodies. She’d worn an itsy-bitsy, privilege-that-insinuates-people-shouldn’t-look, leopard print dress to our Tinder date. It wasn’t a dress so much as a braided sash that left little to the imagination. The flimsy fabric rode up, putting her round ass on full display as she gyrated in my face.

Heather, that was the name she’d given me in her message. Heather had a ravenous appetite for sex but an absolute moral gag order on using safe words like safe. If you could even call it safe, ramming your dick raw into what looks like a tight 19 year-old pussy. Her parents might kill me if I plowed their little girl but I’d throw my funeral first if it meant feeling her hot cunt wrap around me again. The way her slick passage gripped my bare shaft was downright sinful.

My hands blazed a trail up her sides, cupping the generous swells of her breasts. The low cut of the costume struggled to contain the heavy globes, her stiff nipples straining the thin, clingy material. I zeroed in on the stiff peaks, tweaking the buds between my fingers until she mewled. Heather arched her back, pressing into my touch and giving my cock a delightful squeeze. Her muscles rippled around me, squeezing and milking my turgid flesh in pulsing waves.

“Oh fuck. You like that, don’t ya baby?” I growled, my voice thick with lust. I steered one hand down her taut belly to brush the damp, lace g-string. She rolled her hips, encouraging me to tease closer to where I wanted to be. To where she wanted me to be. She didn’t even seem to notice when I pushed the strip of fabric aside, baring her dripping slit. She was soaked, her petals glistening with arousal and picturing my cock buried inside her other hole, I rubbed her puffy, engorged clit in tight circles.

“Y-you really like it. You like feeling my hard dick inside you, don’t you baby girl?” I thrust up into her silky walls as I rubbed her nub. She was a good girl, she didn’t put up any resistance as I plunged into her again and again. And she was responsive too, grinding down with me, gasping and keening as I fucked her.

“Fuck Heather, your pussy feels so good,” I panted into her ear, my balls tightening in warning. An unfamiliar burn built in their depths, signaling my impending climax. Turns out statements like that were surprisingly effective at getting me nice and close. The way her hot silky walls gripped me was tighter than anything I’d felt in a long time. “I’m gonna cum in you baby. You want that? Want me to fill this tight little cunt with my load?”

The idea of flooding her unprotected womb with my seed made my teeth ache. And it sounded like she was right there with me. “N- needs it. Gonna cum,” she stammered almost incoherently.

With a groan, I thrust up into her with renewed vigor, nearly dislodging the flimsy strap suspended from her shoulders with the force of my thrust. The repetition of my cock splitting her in two became hypnotic as I unloaded with a guttural moan. Hot ribbons of cum jetted from my twitching cock, filling her with more essence than her tiny body could handle. It leaked around my shaft, drenching my lap in her nectar and my spend, creating a slick mess that caused the base of my cock to slip out of her with an obscene sound as I rode out the last pulses of my orgasm.

Heather licked her lips, a satisfied purr rumbling in her throat. “Mmm, that was good. I have somewhere we can go for a bit more privacy. Can you get us there?” She swung her leg off the seat, letting my softening dick plop out with a literary splat. Cum coated her inner thighs in rivulets but she didn’t seem to notice. She zipped up her tiny dress with one hand and was already fishing for her phone with the other, probably to iMessage her friends about what a close call she had tonight.

Heather leaned over the driver’s seat to direct me, her shapely ass waving right at me through a split in her dress. Fuck, this girl might kill me. But what a way to go. If she was calling it a night maybe I could go drunkenly match with some other baby mommas for more mother daughter Dupes. God damm did Tinder have a seedy and alluring underbelly to it, one that had me scrounging for cash and a plastic baggy to slip into my pocket.