Before I can guess her intention, she has stripped off the shirt.
She's kneeling beside me. Naked in the muted light.
Jesus forgive me, she was crafted for pornography.
Supple t**s, a tight round ass, lithe thighs. And a cunt that screams to be violated.
I'm weak. I'm so weak when it comes to this girl.
"Will you just..." I'm panting, beating off shamelessly, sweat rolling down the creases in my neck. "Kneel over it. Not on it. Don't sit down, whatever you do. Just kneel over it and..."
"And what?" she whispers, her eyes luminous. Excited?
Shame blankets me. "Straddle it and call me Daddy."
A tremble races through her, those n*****s perking into sharp points right in front of my eyes. Horny. A horny virgin. Holy heaven above. Am I fighting a losing battle? I don't have time to pond
