I never liked a Southern accent on a boy. I associated it wi..

I never liked a Southern accent on a boy. I associated it with racist and sexist jokes and boys who wanted to Marry women who wanted to be barefoot and pregnant. He was also unvaccinated. So between that and being tired I’d curved him for a few days. But I’d rested well, gotten some work done, and gone without a good dicking down far too long. I’d already stared death in the face to get a drink and attend my nephew’s birthday party in “Covid isn’t real” Alabama. He was so hot. And a single father. And worked out. He was sweet and unassuming. Quiet. And he’d been super cool about my curving him. So finally I invited myself over. My stepsister dropped me off. She had a videochat date anyway. We watched Narcos on his projector and sat on the couch. I snuggled up next to him and he draped his arm around my shoulders. Over the course of an episode, he slowly moved his hand between my legs over my fake leather leggings. He pressed down lightly on my crotch over my clit as I lightly dragged my fingertips over his muscles. I nearly came a few times from that pressing, telling him how to do it, with the palm of his hand. To go lighter. He was good with instructions. He clearly lived to please. By the time I laid down on the couch I could see and feel his cock straining against his basketball shorts. We’d never talked about sex, really, other than the fireside chat when we met. But that was with a bunch of other people and I did most of the talking on that subject. I suggested we move to the bedroom. I’d already taken off his shirt. He took off my pants and I remembered I wasn’t wearing underwear. Naked, I started to pull off his shorts. He started helping me but I stopped him. I wanted it more slowly. His stomach was perfect, with cut lines on either side, running down to his nice cock. I asked if he liked blowjobs. He did. I kneeled. “You’re amazing,” he drawled as I looked up at him while sucking his dick. It was marvelous looking at this near-stranger with the kind face look so pleased. I made him tell me that he wanted to be inside me, to put his cock in my pussy, before I let him in. I so enjoyed his skin against mine, his muscles under my fingers, running my hands through his close-cut hair. He fucked me intuitively. First missionary. Then doggy. Then I rode him until I asked if I could squirt on him. And I did. Then more missionary until I got tired and asked if he wanted to come. He asked where I wanted it and I told him wherever he wanted to. He fucked me until I started to come, and I tried to stay close without going over the edge until I couldn’t stop myself and then he emptied his balls into me with a series of loud, extremely hot groans. “I love the way you talk,” I said afterward, over more Narcos.