Biting my lip I held his gaze. But he just sat there, stroking me, watching me. Not only the small tits, I wasn’t really fitted for most cocks either. And now he started to fuck me. While I watched him sleep a smile spread over my face. What I meant was ‘Don’t you dare to stop, fuck me.’
But he raised his head, looked me in the eye and started to withdraw. His hand brushed my thigh, just along my longing cunt. He wasn’t that big now and I felt the grin creeping on my face as the memory came. Frowning I felt with my other foot and recognized my panty. Startled I gasped, leaned against him. Not only the small tits, I wasn’t really fitted for most cocks either. I could feel the heat of his body, or at least thought I did. So many times I had longed to touch me as I had imagined he would.
