I was anxious for the weekend to arrive because I was finally going to be able to fuck him like I had wanted to for so long.

We had been writing to each other for a while and had developed a kind of romantic relationship. We talked about dreams and sexual fantasies (there was no shortage of sex talk), and this week we agreed to go to a party where we would meet in person.

The day arrived, so I got ready and headed to the party. When I arrived, I called him and asked where he was. When I saw him, I said hello, and we sat at a table to have a few glasses of wine and talk a little. We got closer and closer until his hand finally ended up on my thigh. He looked at me with a face that said he wanted to go further, so I kissed him. I wanted to see how far he would go. He moved his hand down until it was between my legs, and under my skirt, he began to caress me until he took my hand and led me to the back.

There we continued kissing until I put my hand inside his pants, took out his penis, and began to masturbate him. Then he pushed me against the wall and leaned down a little and went down to taste my vagina. I moaned with pleasure. He got up and started rubbing his penis against my vagina until he penetrated me. He started gently and increased the speed of his thrusts one after another. I moaned with pleasure. We changed positions and I turned to face him. He lifted one of my legs and penetrated me, grabbing me by the neck while I looked at him with a lustful expression, moaning and begging for more. When I was about to finish, I knelt down, started sucking him off, and he finished on my face. It's incredible to feel sex as a work of art, always ready to enjoy the pleasure.