"Oh, you weren't exaggerating. She is really pretty," the man says, turning his body slightly so that he can look at her better. She is sitting on her molester's lap, feeling so thrown that it takes her a few seconds to realize that he's talking about her, that the two of them know each other. "She looks real soft, gentle," he says. "We'll have fun with her."
"Isn't she just the prettiest little thing?" he hums. "She blushes so easily too," he whispers, kissing her sealed lips. "My darling is so shy," he says.
She tries to shoot laser out of her eyes when she squirms her face away and he chuckles, like her attempts to escape is amusing to him.
She can feel his hardening c**k nudging against her ass. The feeling has gotten so familiar that she actually relaxes against his lap instead of
