"That's a good girl. You like being helpless, don't you? You like when I take it from you."
I couldn't believe how lucky I was with this little girl. Of course I had seen her around the neighborhood before, but recently she had just gotten sexier and sexier. So when she rang my doorbell to sell me cookies or whatever for a fundraiser (I was too busy ogling her cleavage to rmemeber what she said), of course I invited her in. And she never noticed the crushed-up Xanax in the cola I offered her.
From there, it was easy to drag her little body down to the basement. I had a little music studio down there, so the walls were nice and soundproof. Just perfect for keeping her and doing whatever I wanted to her sexy little body. At first she kicked and fought back—not like the chains cared about her pathetic little movements—but I swear, it was only a week or so until she came like a seasoned street whore whenever she felt my raw cock spilling its load up her unprotected little cunt. She took it like such a good little bitch, too, pushing her hips back on me and screaming into the gag in her mouth.
When my wife came down into the basement and found me with my kept little victim, I thought that was it. Boy, was I wrong. My wife immediately kissed me harder than she had on our wedding day (or on our wedding night). And then she got her hands on that pretty little bitch.
She molested her for hours. She felt up her tits, fingered her still-cummy cunt, and made that young slut eat her sexy, plump mommy ass. I had never seen anything like it, and my cock had never been harder.
The next load I shot was into my wife's cunt, who was plenty happy to sit on our kept victim's face and feed her every drop of that cream. "That's it, you schoolgirl slut, eat my cunt. Slurp up that jizz. God, I hope your new Daddy knocked you up already."
How many men are as lucky as me? (My perfect wife, and our perfect college girl fuckbuddy who loves our twisted MFF roleplays.)
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"That's a good girl. You like being helpless, don't you? You like when I take it from you."
I couldn't believe how lucky I was with this little girl. Of course I had seen her around the neighborhood before, but recently she had just gotten sexier and sexier. So when she rang my doorbell to sell me cookies or whatever for a fundraiser (I was too busy ogling her cleavage to rmemeber what she said), of course I invited her in. And she never noticed the crushed-up Xanax in the cola I offered her.
From there, it was easy to drag her little body down to the basement. I had a little music studio down there, so the walls were nice and soundproof. Just perfect for keeping her and doing whatever I wanted to her sexy little body. At first she kicked and fought back—not like the chains cared about her pathetic little movements—but I swear, it was only a week or so until she came like a seasoned street whore whenever she felt my raw cock spilling its load up her unprotected little cunt. She took it like such a good little bitch, too, pushing her hips back on me and screaming into the gag in her mouth.
When my wife came down into the basement and found me with my kept little victim, I thought that was it. Boy, was I wrong. My wife immediately kissed me harder than she had on our wedding day (or on our wedding night). And then she got her hands on that pretty little bitch.
She molested her for hours. She felt up her tits, fingered her still-cummy cunt, and made that young slut eat her sexy, plump mommy ass. I had never seen anything like it, and my cock had never been harder.
The next load I shot was into my wife's cunt, who was plenty happy to sit on our kept victim's face and feed her every drop of that cream. "That's it, you schoolgirl slut, eat my cunt. Slurp up that jizz. God, I hope your new Daddy knocked you up already."
How many men are as lucky as me? (My perfect wife, and our perfect college girl fuckbuddy who loves our twisted MFF roleplays.)