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d to the side, co

t of hers while she’s committing extortion. “How much

but I think it’s physically impossible for her to be unattractive. “I don’t want your

from me,” I say, liftin

, I just wanted to see your cock!” She slaps her hands against her

an’t believe what she’s telling me. “In exchan

d as Georgia’s is now. Seriously, is the

just . . . I bought the video and now I’m curious. It’s not blackmail. If you don’t show me, it’s not a big deal.” She scrambles for her backpack. It’s a

her arm. At first I think she’s going to demand that I let her go, or get pissed that I’m physically det

the opening of my legs, just inches from my boxer-cla

it was a bad idea—” she sta

k at

ok of stunned disbelief making her look

he’s thinking really hard about what to say next. “O

me,” I say, my words curt, le

’ll actually go through with

, but when my lips don’t budge, her l

ou get to do all the work. Now pull

on my boxers is just a hair’s b

off now that I’m getting hard. The fabric starts to go

he would chicken out; she seems so innocent, so virginal, but this girl is determined. I fight the smile wrestling my lips while she struggles to get my boxers o

wn in the front. I wait for her to say something, but she doesn’t. Sh

or

seen. Straight with a slight arch toward his bel

y high school boyfriend to blow his load while still trying to break my cherry qualifies me as a cock

tick out my tongue and lick the glistening stream. I wonder how it tastes, how this amazing cock would feel cradled in my gentle fist, nestled in the warm cushion of my mouth. I want so badly to touch him, but I don’t want to step over any lines. He’s showing me because he thinks if

r. I startle from the quick movement, breaking out of my trance. I’m not at all prepared

. “There, you saw

back by his

ee more, touch it, feel the silky skin coating the hard shaft, live out all t

ly I scold myself for being incredibly transparent,

something on a piece of paper. He hands it to me. It’s

out to pass up the opportunity to spend real time with that lovely cock for an English assignment that will barely make a dent in my grade. Besides, it’s already mos

vealing. The closest thing I have that’s worthy of a night spent trying to seduce an older man is a 1990s-style baby-doll dress. But I’m not trying to look like a child. I want to look sexy for him. Looking

healthy. Sick body, sick mind, they say. I need my mind on top of its game, so a daily workout routine is essential. Unfortunately, pruning isn’t part of that regimen. I don’t think I’ve shaved ab

pair of flats with it, it’s even cuter. But cute is not what I’m going for. So I opt for a pair of jeans that fit my curves quite n

orrow clothes before, and she’s tidy, so we get along just fine. She also has impeccable style. She can thr

n front of the full-length mirror. “You ha

only thing that makes them nicer than the others is tha