My buddy Brian and I do very wicked, naughty things together. For instance, he’s got this thing for young girls with small tits, glossy hair, and soft skin. We have a shared love for the porn star Lexi Belle, and so I always make sure to find him some young, tight sluts that resemble that bitch.
Yesterday, we targeted one of his work associate’s dear little nieces. Stupid chick was walking around town with this dumb grin on her face, all alone. I stopped her on the street and asked really sweetly if she was lost. She gave me a weird look, but by that time, Brian had already grabbed her other arm and was pulling her toward the car. “Lucky we found you then, Crystal,” we cackled evilly. Brian and I pulled the sobbing little drama queen up to his bedroom. We used his curtain ties to secure her arms above her head . . . but she just wouldn’t stop bawling! “Wah, wah, wah,” we teased her. But then we had to slap her around a little bit. Otherwise, it just wouldn’t have worked to get us off. When she was thoroughly roughed up, we started tearing off her clothes and fingering her holes. Poor little Crystal couldn’t stop crying. She was praying to God for someone to save her. Too late. Brian shoved himself inside her roughly and claimed that little hoe. That’s when I towered over her and met her clear blue eyes. “Don’t you know, Crystal,” I taunted her, “that the only one you should be praying to is me?”