He started pulling my top over my head, and I said, “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
He stopped for a second and, with a shit-eating grin, said, “You have choices…..we call the police and you get booked, or….we don’t. He said, “Let’s start by calling the cops, then we’ll give your parents a call and let them know you’ll be down at the police station getting booked for shoplifting.”
“NO! He was close to climaxing, so he shoved his big shaft as deep into my throat as he could, then held my head there while he rocked his hips for several minutes before exploding inside my mouth, sending ropes of cum down my throat. I’m afraid that can’t be overlooked.”
“But I’ll give it back!” I said. He started to pump his dick into me over and over….slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed.
