Virgin for Sale

She licks her lip, and I know she wants it.

There’s no denying that glint of attraction her eyes.

“Do you want money? Will that be the deciding factor for you?”

She wrinkles her nose. “No. I don’t want your money.”

“Good. It’s not on offer.”

“You’re not into any freaky kind of stuff, are you?”

I smirk. I can’t help it. “Maybe, my little virgin, you should try something before you judge.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore.”

“You’re a virgin in more ways than you know.” Kissing her neck, I wait. “Take off your clothes.”

She hesitates for a second before finally unbuttoning her blouse. She’s slow as she does this, the first button coming through the hole and then the next.

The white lace bra she wears is so fucking sexy. My dick is already so hard that I feel a wave of pre-cum spill out the tip. I want inside her.

When she wriggles out of the skirt, I nearly lose it. Her tits shake with each move from side to side, those curves being revealed to me.

with the dots of cellulite, her rounded hips and stomach along with her large tits. For me, she is the

tell her, not yet. Faye’s not ready to know, but when she does, she’ll be ready

before me, looking

out, I tease the strap of her bra down her arm, watching it fall loosely to her elbow. I do the same

to the floor. Her tits spring free as if they have a mind of their own, and in a

together, watching her nipples harden. Licking one beaded nipple, I watch as she gasps, her

suck on each tip, lathering them, coating her in my spit and running my

beautiful sound I’ve ever

don’t peel her panties down her body. In a strong grip, I tear

wasn’t so hard,

her back, I cup her

“What now?” she asks.

is breathy as I

sit on my

in my bed, but there’s no getting away from it. I love it. Her innocence, her sweetness, it belongs to me and had from

down on the sofa, her hands clasped together. She’s trying

tell her. “Put your legs on the edge

spread her open for me. There

before her and stare