NICK
My beautiful girl’s eyes as so wide as I unbutton her jeans. Her cheeks flushed and her breath short as I pulled down the zipper and slid the denim down her legs.
Her knickers are perfect. Plain white cotton, understated and innocent.
She’s perfect.
She steps out of the jeans so gracefully, and she still has her socks on, fluffy and pink and cute enough to make my c**k twitch.
I drop to my knees, my face so close to her sweet p***y, hidden by damp knickers, and my breath lands right where I know she’s so tender. Dainty fingers brush my scalp, twist in my hair, and she murmurs.
“Show me,” I whisper, and my hands grip her pale thighs so firmly, coaxing her until she shifts her legs apart.
Her skin is clammy on the inside of her thighs. I smile at the sweetest little birthmark. No
