Sweet Girl Next Door Riley is Seduced by Massage and Fucked Hard

The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, casting a soft glow across the massage table. Riley’s naked body glistened under a sheen of oil, her pert breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looked every inch the sweet, naive 18-year-old – until her tentative smile turned knowing, her big green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Mmmm, your hands feel sooo good,” Riley sighed, arching her back slightly as strong male hands worked the oil into the taut curves of her ass. “You’re sooo talented, Trystan. Such magic fingers.” She giggled at her own innuendo.

Trystan merely grunted in response, his face impassive, but Riley could see the bulge growing in his uniform pants. She wiggled her hips invitingly. “Oopsie, I think you missed a spot,” she sing-songed. “Better check again.”

If looks could melt butter, Riley would be a puddle. But Trystan simply flipped her over, his hands roughly cupping her small, high breasts. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they pebbled. Riley gasped, then moaned, arching into his touch.

“Oh yes, Trystan! Just like that!”

She spread her legs in wanton invitation, and Trystan took full advantage. His hand dove between her legs, his fingers stroking her damp slit. “Mmm, someone’s excited,” he growled, circling her clit with his thumb.

“Only for you, big guy,” Riley purred. “I want you so bad. Want your big, hard cock inside me.” She reached down to cup his straining erection through his pants.

Trystan’s control snapped. He yanked his shirt off over his head, revealing a toned, tattooed chest. Riley licked her lips as his hands moved to his belt, his thick cock springing free. Riley stayed still while he quickly shed the rest of his clothes, drinking in the sight of his speakers of his muscles, his heavy cock bobbing against his stomach.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to claim her lips in a brutal kiss. Riley squeaked in surprise, then moaned into his mouth. Trystan’s other hand groped and kneaded her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her hips buck.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. Riley made desperate little noises, her whole body trembling with need. “Please,” she begged. “Please Trystan, I need…”

“I know what you need,” Trystan interrupted, positioning himself between her spread legs. He rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her juices. “This what you want? To be filled with my big cock?”

“Yes!” Riley cried. “Want it so bad! I’m all yours!”

With a triumphant growl, Trystan thrust deep, bottoming out in one stroke. Riley screamed, her body bowing off the table, nails scrabbling for purchase on the slick surface. Trystan gave her no time to adjust, setting a brutal pace from the start. He pounded into her mercilessly, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing obscenely through the room.

Riley could only hang on, her fists clenching in the sheets, as Trystan used her body for his pleasure. He grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs back and wide, opening her up even more. “Fuck,” he gasped, sweat dripping down his heaving chest. “So fucking tight. Gonna ruin your little cunt.”

“Please,” Riley whimpered. “Want it. Want you to fuck me hard, fill me up…”

She was caught in a haze of lust, her mind gone blank with heat. All she could feel was the thick slide of Trystan’s cock stretching her wide, his biter hips slamming into her ass, his hands bruising on her skin…

Pressure built low in her belly, her thighs starting to shake. “Oh god,” she moaned, her head thrashing. “I…I’m gonna…”

“Come on my cock,” Trystan demanded, snarling like an animal. “Come all over me.”

The order, paired with a particularly deep thrust, sent Riley flying. She came with a hoarse scream, her cunt clenching and fluttering violently around Trystan’s pistoning cock. He fucked her through it without slowing, drawing out her orgasm until she saw stars.

Finally her body went limp, twitching weakly as little shocks of pleasure continued to wash over her oversensitized skin. Trystan grunted, slamming in one final time and grinding his hips hard against hers. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his hot seed flooding her channel, soothing the ache.

Spent, Trystan collapsed on top of her, his face pressed into the crook of her neck. They lay like that for several long minutes, panting and sweating, as their heart rates gradually slowed.

Eventually, Trystan lifted his head and met her glazed eyes. He smirked cockily, his chest puffed with masculine pride. “Not bad for your first time, sweetheart.”

Riley laughed breathlessly. “Was it that obvious?”

“From the second you walked in eye-fucking me,” Trystan admitted, chuckling. He pulled out of her wet heat with a hiss, his softening cock slipping free in a gush of combined fluids that dribbled down Riley’s thighs.

She winced at the abrupt emptiness, sighing in disappointment even as her abused pussy throbbed. “Yeah, umm, that was my first time. Not sorry though.”

Trystan stood up and stretched, lazily fluffing his balls. “You’re a naughty one, you are. Coming in here, all sweet and innocent like, then seducing me right under Mom and Dad’s roof. I should paddle your curvy ass for that stunt.”

Riley shivered, heat already stirring between her legs again at the thought. But she tried to play it cool, sitting up and crossing her arms over her bare breasts. In a snotty, “Have you been smoking my cigarettes in the barn, Billy?” kind of way, she shrieked, “Who even says curvy? Ugh.”

Trystan just laughed, tucking himself back into his pants. “You know what I meant, brat. Better get your ass dressed before they come looking. Wouldn’t want them figuring out what a dirty girl you’ve become.”

He gave her a slap on the rump as he stepped off the table, dropping a last wink before sauntering off to leave her alone in a puddle of post-coital bliss, thighs sticky with the evidence of their unchaste activities.

Wallowing in sexual afterglow, Riley stretched out on the table and let out a purr of satisfaction. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”