How old is too old to fuck in the backseat of a car? The answer is: I should have stretched first.

It's no secret how much I like fucking younger guys. It's hot. Don't hate. Well, how about fucking a younger guy in the backseat of my coupe? Uh huh. I win.

So did he.

It started out an an innocent date of Chinese takeout in the park. But it was getting cold so we decided to sit in my car. When we finished eating we talked a little and then kissing happened. I sat on his lap, facing him, straddling him. His neck was ticklish. That made me want to lick it even more.

I can't remember who took my shirt off, but then his was off, too, and we were pressed against each other. Skin against skin. Tongues entwined.

"Do you want me to take my pants off?" I whispered seductively.

He moaned and they were off. My lacy, orange panties were soaked. Within seconds he placed me on the seat, spread my legs, pushed my panties to the side and had his head between my legs. All I could feel was his tongue inside me. Somehow my panties disappeared, enabling him to lick my pussy with more ease. I am getting goosebumps right now thinking about his mouth on me. I was sweating and moaning and in that moment wanted to get his dick in my mouth; wanted to return the favor.

His pants disappeared into whatever abyss mine had fallen into and we shifted around the tight space of my coupe, trying to figure out how to continue. It was precarious, but I made him sit and wrapped my mouth around his cock.

"That's better than I remember," he said, alluding to previous blow jobs, I suppose.

Just wait, I thought to myself. Then I did those things I like to do and licked those places that he may not have realized existed. His look of pleasure and surprise confirmed this and prompted me to continue. The more he moaned, the more I enjoyed myself. A little ego boost? Perhaps. But I think more than that I was genuinely enjoying making him feel good. He is definitely someone who deserves pleasure and it was worth my sore legs and back the next day.

He pulled me on top of him and I know he could feel how wet I was. I was dripping all over his lap. Kissing. Arms around each other. Caressing. Grinding our hips together. I moved so that he slipped inside me and then I slowed down. Gliding myself up and down. There was so much wetness between us. Then back in my mouth again and I could taste myself on him.

He grabbed me, urgently, and brought my face to his. Inside me again. I turned around for a little Reverse Cowgirl action and increased the pace, bouncing up and down. He tried to lay me down, but the car was too small and there was no good angle for penetration. Frustrated, I flipped over and lay him down, getting on top of him.

The windows were steamed and it smelled like sweat. I rode him faster and faster, my hands pressing on the ceiling of the car and I could hear myself growling. The look of pleasure on his face made me slow down and push deeper. I could feel myself getting closer to climax. I pressed my body against his while I squeezed my pussy tight around him. I came in pulses, that made my legs shake. I knew my legs won't hold out so I moved down and put him in my mouth. I wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to cum in my mouth. He did. Oh, boy, he did. Never have I had so much cum in my mouth. I was impressed.

You know what else is impressive? I wrote this whole damn story one-handed.

xo
Daisy

Because you asked for teal...

It's been pointed out to me that I don't have nearly enough photos on here and for this I apologize. I promise to work on it starting right now.

Ooops! You caught with my undies down!

These are from a shoot I did last summer, but I'm done with the undies now and I'm ready to wear them just for you. They're smooth and silky and feel wonderful next to my skin. You can see for yourself when you rub them against your face.

$25/day, 2-day maximum.
For $5 you can have 2 photos of me getting them all wet for you.

No I'm of for sexting with the person who suggested I post this.

xo
Daisy

If I have to put a cucumber in my butt, just forget it!

I think I might be too honest for this gig. Or maybe just not hungry enough for the money? It's marketing. It's getting the buyer the right product and closing the deal. But I said it before: I can't pretend to be some little 20-something girl who lives to fuck and be fucked. I am a person. I'd say I'm a kinky person. But still a person. There's a line that I don't want to cross. I'm guess I'm still trying to figure out where that line is.

I want to sell my used undies. I like it. I like knowing that my scent is getting someone off. That's me right there. That smells is from me; from a private place. That smell is turning someone on and that turns me on like crazy. But I also want to be respected and taken seriously. I'm beginning to wonder if that's possible.

I guess for some guys it's just all about domination? What can he get me to do? Here's a good example. I offer 3 printed photos sent with the panties for an extra charge and I will take requests for the content of the photos. The other day this one guy wants photos of me wearing the undies with a cucumber up my ass and twat. Um. Big fat N-O right there. But then I'm the bitch because I won't do it? Are you kidding me? That dude deserves a squirrel tap.

I think I might lay low on the panty sale site I signed up for. Just for a while maybe. I like that there's a community of people with this fetish. Like, the kids in high school that sat at the table furthest from everyone else during lunch. You think you're weird until you get out of school and realize there's so many other people like you. It is nice to find a place to fit in. But, it's also been a little overwhelming.

xo
Daisy