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He was content for the moment, unaware of the Bratty girl phone sex we were about to have. He was a cute guy who’d invited me on a date without really thinking about the implications. As someone who hides her inner slut behind a shiny smile I was not surprised he thought it would be hard to get anywhere, but I really couldn’t pay attention to whatever the hell he wanted me to watch with him. Sitting on his couch my eyes were glazed and I was salivating at the thought of doing literally anything else. That was when I glanced down and saw just how big the tent in his pants was, and that’s when I decided exactly what ‘literally anything else’ I’d be doing. I didn’t notify him he was about to start having fun with a Cheerleader slut. I didn’t bother to tell him I was bored. I made the message clear with physical force, unzipping his pants as easily as breathing and as suddenly as a stiff wind. I whipped him out with heat, and began to stroke him on the couch easily. I saw his eyes widen in surprise, gasp and try to hold in a cry. I wasn’t having it, I worked my hands hard, and made it very clear exactly what I wanted was for him to be emptying his balls one way or another. He tried to talk and I shut him up with a kiss, not willing to argue with a protest or some weird attempt to take this dick away from me. I wanted it, needed it, and I was going to have it one way or another. If that meant shutting him up with my tongue while my fingers intertwined around his generous cock and worked? Well, that’s just what’s natural for a Hot teen slut. I could feel his precum already globbing between my fingers and knew I was in for a great treat.
