Salford. 2:10pm.

It was him. The guy from Tinder. The guy who's voice alone had brought me to my knees.

It was busy in the shopping centre despite it being the heat of summer. I recognised the messy hair split into curtains across his furrowed brow. He lifted his head from the screen of his phone and met my eyes. He signalled towards the door as if already desperate to leave with me.

We got outside and he wrapped his strong hand round my neck.

It wasn't like a bored finally it was more a lustful finally as if he'd been craving to see me. To see me horny,wet,naked and bouncing on his cock that I'd seen so many times from shitty Snapchat quality photos.

With a quick sweep from behind him pushed me close against his body. I could already feel his cock throbbing.

I placed a hand down his pants and began to massage it as he kissed me. One hand around my neck. Another up my skirt.

After some very awkward stares from the elderly, he took me back to his car. Specifically to the back seats.

He wasted no time at all getting in my pants. Pinned down hard on the backseats of his car, he pulled my dress up over my head and threw it on the foot well. He pushed my feet to my head and thrusted his whole hand deep into me.

In pure shock, I gasped and moaned loudly.

Any sound I made was met with a hard slap on the arse and another order. I began to get the feeling he wanted me to stay quiet.

I felt his hand press on my g-spot again and again slowly filling me up with cum to the point where I was ready to burst.

Another hand caught me hard by the jaw and said

And I did exactly that. I wasn't the type to be a brat in any dynamic.

My cum tasted good. All that cranberry juice had clearly payed off.