With a "Fuck it" attitide, she invaded his mouth with her warm tounge, feeling his boner grow in his pants.
"You ever had sex" She asked.
"I've been saving myself for my waifu," He said.
"Uh... what?" she said.
"I've been saving myself for you." She could tell that just touching him was about to make him jizz his pants.
"I'm... Flattered." The fact that he felt this way about her did indeed make her heart flutter for a moment, something she hated.
"So, big boy, wanna get started."
"Y-yes miss Brie," He stammered.
"Please," She whispered in his ear, her arms around his neck, "Call me Harriet."
He lay under her. His surprisingly long dick was compressed on by her two thighs, while with one hand he cupped one of her small breasts, and with the other he stroked the pale tufts of hair above her forehead.
"Comfortable?" She asked, smirking. The man only whimpered in response.
Stroking between her hips, his penis rubbed accross her pussy, which she was embarassed to see had gotten wet. With each thrust, the convolutions of veins and his dickhead massaged her lips and clit in return. Maybe, just maybe, this might be better than she expected.
Her brown thighs glistened with sweat and lubricant. The man moaned in please. As she moved up and down, sliding her thighs and pussy across his dick, a warm feeling welled up inside of her. Would this actually feel good for her? Surely not. And yet, and yet...
The man's penis was thick with tumescense, twitching, leaking precum.