Shy girl’s first netflix & chill date turns wild when he fingers her and fills her up

Her breath hitches as my fingers trace the waistband of her jeans, the denim rough under my touch. She’s lying there, blond hair splayed across the pillow, eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and excitement. I can feel the heat radiating off her skin, the anticipation thick in the air. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear, “Relax, baby. Tonight, we’re just going to chill, watch a movie.” My hand slips under her shirt, palm flat against her stomach, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breath. She shivers as my fingers move upward, cupping her breast over her bra. Her nipples harden instantly, pressing against the thin fabric. I pinch one, rolling it between my fingers, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. Her eyes flutter closed, and I take that as an invitation to explore further. I sit up, straddling her hips, and pull her shirt up, exposing her lace-covered tits. I lean down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard through the lace. She arches her back, pushing herself closer to me. My hand travels south, unbuttoning her jeans, slipping inside to find her already wet. I rub her clit, feeling her hips grind against my hand. She’s so responsive, so ready. I push two fingers inside her, curling them upward, hitting that spot that makes her moan. She’s dripping wet, her juices coating my fingers as I fingerfuck her, my thumb circling her clit. She’s panting now, her body trembling with need. I pull my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth, tasting her sweetness. She watches me, her eyes glazed over with lust. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock, hard and ready. I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head against her wetness. She whimpers, her hips lifting, trying to impale herself on my cock. But I tease her, inching inside slowly, then pulling out, repeating the torment until she’s begging. “Please,” she whimpers, her voice hoarse with need. I oblige, slamming into her, filling her completely. She cries out, her nails digging into my back. I start to move, my hips thrusting against hers, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time. I can feel her tightening around me, her body on the edge. I reach between us, rubbing her clit, pushing her over. She comes with a scream, her body convulsing around me. I follow soon after, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my cum. We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged. She looks up at me, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was… intense,” she says, her voice soft. I lean down, kissing her gently. “Just wait until the next Netflix binge,” I murmur, making her laugh.