having his dick sandwiched between those tight, little-girl cunt-lips was fucking close second. He heard her take a sighing breath. Fucking hurry! It was hard to line up the shot without taking his cock out of Lucy’s pussy lips (and that’s not going to fucking happen!), and it took a couple of attempts trying to get the framing right but he finally got one he could be happy with. Lucy moaned softly in her sleep and moved her hips slightly, angling them back towards Pete’s throbbing shaft. He held Fuck! Don’t wake up. Don’t wake up! still, not daring to even breathe with his knob still three-quarters inside the sleeping teen. Lucy settled again. What do I do? What do I fucking do? Option one: get the fuck out of here. Clearly that’s the smart choice. Option two: grab Lucy by the hips and fuck her brains out. Clearly that’s the dumb choice. Was there an option three? What if Just …? hear me out, Pete me ol’ pal; hear me out. What if just saying we leave our cock in … … the girl and just you know jerk off until … … we cum? What about that idea? Pete couldn’t believe what he was contemplating, but his cock could; it swelled and reared and almost sprung free of Lucy’s soft, little pussy lips. It would have too, if he wasn’t holding it. He could already imagine his cum pouring into her slit and filling it like a tiny éclair. He didn’t think about cleaning her up afterwards; didn’t want to, either. Worry about that later. Worst case, if Lucy woke up with a cunt-full of cum, who was she going to tell? Shit she’s only thirteen, she’ll think it’s some kind of reaction from fingering herself earlier. And with a shiver, Pete realized the truth of that thought; Lucy would blame herself. She’d wake up with
having his dick sandwiched between those tight, little-girl cunt-lips was fucking close second. He heard her take a sighing breath. Fucking hurry! It was hard to line up the shot without taking his cock out of Lucy’s pussy lips (and that’s not going to fucking happen!), and it took a couple of attempts trying to get the framing right but he finally got one he could be happy with. Lucy moaned softly in her sleep and moved her hips slightly, angling them back towards Pete’s throbbing shaft. Fuck! Don’t wake up. Don’t wake up! He held still, not daring to even breathe with his knob still three-quarters inside the sleeping teen. Lucy settled again. What do I do? What do I fucking do? Option one: get the fuck out of here. Clearly that’s the smart choice. Option two: grab Lucy by the hips and fuck her brains out. Clearly that’s the dumb choice. Was there an option three? What if …? Just hear me out, Pete me ol’ pal; hear me out. What if … just saying … we leave our cock in the girl and just … you know … jerk off until we cum? What about that idea? Pete couldn’t believe what he was contemplating, but his cock could; it swelled and reared and almost sprung free of Lucy’s soft, little pussy lips. It would have too, if he wasn’t holding it. He could already imagine his cum pouring into her slit and filling it like a tiny éclair. He didn’t think about cleaning her up afterwards; didn’t want to, either. Worry about that later. Worst case, if Lucy woke up with a cunt-full of cum, who was she going to tell? Shit she’s only thirteen, she’ll think it’s some kind of reaction from fingering herself earlier. And with a shiver, Pete realized the truth of that thought; Lucy would blame herself. She’d wake up with
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