Her First Girlfriend Valentines Day

My love for thick light skinned girls started a long time ago. My sex life with boys has been really boring. Ever since I was 15, when I started having sex and now I’m 18 I have never gotten intense sexual pleasure from a dick. My pussy gets extremely wet just by the sight of nipples protruding from a top rather than a giant dick curled in a pant.

This is one of the reasons I chose Vanessa for a partner.  We have been together for just two weeks but we’ve had the best time of our lives together. 

Today was going to be our first Valentine’s Day together and we planned to make it magical. All I fantasized about was this day! Rose petals scattered on the floor of the room and on the bed, scented candles arranged on a line to form a pathway like it was going to be a ritual – a ritual of mad love making.

I just couldn’t wait for the hour to come, Vanessa would always undress me with her eyes before her hands would even think of it. Every feel, came with such great pleasure.

We went shopping together, of course we were going to have a Valentine dinner first before the ‘main-course meal’ in the bedroom, so we both went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. 

Vanessa had her brown crochet brassiere on, the one I loved dearly because of how hot she always looked in it. The bra had the sides of  her boobs exposed and her boobs are just how I like them; perky yet soft.  Each time she bent to pick items from the cart, my eyes followed.

My pussy was wet already and I was all up in my head with Vanessa making out in my room; I had her bra on the floor, pinned her hands while laying over her. I had her nipples one after another in my mouth, bitting them gently and playing with them with my tongue while she raises her legs in pleasure, moaning and grabbing my hair. I imagined inserting two of my fingers in her pussy and making her squirt until she passed out. I was lost in my imaginations as long as I had my eyes on her. 

On our way out of the grocery store the thoughts in my head grew from mere imaginations to scenarios that must come through for my life to be complete. As Vanessa walked in front of me with her yummy ass bouncing in her skimpy black skirt, all I wanted to do was to make her squirt.