Backstage with Lulu

Eighteen-year-old Lulu stands backstage, fingers trembling as she waits for her new boyfriend. He expects her to be good. She’s only just learned how to take a cock without flinching, yet she wants him to leave shaking. She practices on her knees first, lips stretched wide around his length, saliva sliding down her chin in warm strands. He tastes clean, thick, demanding. When he flips her onto her back, she offers her ass without a word. One finger at first, then two, then the blunt head of his cock pushing past that tight ring. The stretch burns and blooms all at once; she bites her lip and pushes back for more. Blonde hair tangles across her face as he works deeper, every slow thrust forcing little gasps from her throat. She rides the edge between pain and pleasure until it melts into one hot ache. He pulls out just in time, painting her pretty face in thick, white ropes that drip from her lashes to her lips. She smiles through the mess, proud of how far she’s come.