1. Majestic III


    Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Extreme, Hardcore, Young, Author: Me4Lgs, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    for him to press against the fat outline of her moist little cunt. "I've been thinking about you," the theater manager sighed as he cupped her mound and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It makes me feel good when I remember how nice it felt to have you play with my prick." She couldn't help it. Betsy was already staring at the big outline of his cock as it strained against his fly and when he began to talk about it, her small hands darted out and pressed against it! "I knew it! I knew that you were just the girl I've been looking for around here," Newton sighed happily. "If you'll just do what I say you can have a lot of fun and make good money, too. You can work a few mornings a week when our Film Club meets and after that...well, I'll tell you about that when you're ready for it." It was so nice. Betsy wiggled happily and spread her slim, childish legs farther apart. Her fingers pressed and explored the bulge of Newton's big dong all the way from his heavy balls to the mushroom-shaped head. She liked this, all she had to do was relax and respond to the knowing touch of Mr. Simpson's hands. Each time that he touched her, it made Betsy feel even better and the pleasure blotted out her worries and those awful thoughts she had about her mother. Slowly, Newton's hand crept up over her tummy, Betsy sighed and wiggled, she liked his touch, liked to grind the firm cheeks of her bottom against the couch. The waistband of her panties was hooked and he began to pull them down. The silky ...
    material brushed against her flesh and Betsy lifted her wiggling bottom off of the seat long enough for him to peel her panties down to her knees. A thick finger slowly, gently pressed into the tight throat of her baby pussy, making Betsy gasp and jerk her pelvis high so that he had more room. "Do you like that, baby? Does it make you feel good when I play with you?" "Oooooo, yes, Mr. Simpson," Betsy cooed. Her fingers dug into the material of his slacks and tried to close around his throbbing hardon. "It makes me feel goooood!" Newton chuckled softly and pulled Betsy toward him for a second. The trembling little girl felt the zipper at the back of her top being pulled down and moaned when the tips of his fingers brushed down the length of her naked backbone. "I'm glad," Newton whispered as he pulled the loosened top down over Betsy's slim shoulders, then tossed it aside. "I wanted you to enjoy this. That's why I had you come in early, so that we could take all the time we need to make you feel extra good!" Betsy felt shy when the man stared at the small mounds of her budding breasts but the shyness faded when he gently pressed against them with his hand and tweaked each pointed little pink nub. Next came the skirt. Mr. Simpson lifted her up on his lap, unzipped her short skirt, pulling it down as he lifted her. Betsy shivered, all she wore were her long, shin-high white socks and black shiny shoes. "You're pretty," Newton breathed as he stroked the naked little girl. "I like ...
«12...8910...2627»