The cherry goes
M1 New year’s eve when I was 18, we left the bar and wandered the streets for sometime before we found a rough bit of land behind the art college where she studied. We watched the fireworks and then we both wanted to celebrate the new year with a bang
She must have been topless ( as I found her bra the next day in my pocket), her trousers and knickers were probably around her ankles. It was dark , we were drunk apart from coming in her mouth until she gagged and then afterwards quickly thrusting my cock up her tight hairy pussy, I remember little about her other than she was thin and tall who I then walked home.
As a friend of a friend I never saw her again. But the mutual friend did remind me that I may have kept her bra which was hastily picked up from the scrub ground when we finished messing around. The item of clothing had fallen inside my coat lining and on discovery , I was too embarrassed to return it. I think she may have been a B cup?
Not only the first I had but also the first where I never knew her real name , only that of her nick name which friends called her.
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