So I pressed deeper into a pussy that welcomed my visit but was not used to visitors. With determination and slow pressure, I made it all the way in without encountering any obstruction. Zoe had a deep vagina. I couldn’t feel her womb at full depth. With the spray in my face, water rippling down Zoe’s back, I began a series of thrusts, slow and deep. Zoe moaned and tilted her hips a bit, making the slides easier. “You know how sexy you are, right?” I asked.

I diddled her pussy from the front. “I want your first orgasm to be world class.” More lyrics: ‘Take it nice and slow. Does your mother know that you’re out?’ Did her mother know that I was in? I humped a bit faster, drilling her tight channel. Sex with Zoe was to die for, but I wanted to finish before Peter had the opportunity to make that phrase a reality with me.

Her vagina clamped down.