I sighed, terrified of what might occur, and yet I could feel wetness forming in my panties. She took off her jacket and tossed it on my white couch. Anxiety overwhelmed me, but also an excitement I couldn’t control. I sighed, wondering what she had in store for me. Doing what I would want done next to me if our roles were reversed, I slid a finger inside her vagina and began pumping it in and out. By Monday, I was an anxiety-riddled mess and considered calling in sick, but was worried that she would take that as disobedience. Go ahead slut, fuck yourself like the dirty whore you are.”
Desperate to come, I began to move up and down on my 18-year-old’s strap-on cock. I continued this for a couple of minutes, until she suddenly bounced on my face for a few seconds, treating my face like she was riding a cock, and I was rewarded with a stream of her juice.
