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.

the dots of cellulite, her rounded hips and stomach along with her large tits. For me, she is the best fucking package I have to unwrap, and I intend to

plan is, and I’m not about to tell her, not yet. Faye’s not ready to know, but when she does, she’ll be ready to deal with it

on, she stands before me, looking unsure. There’s no confidence

watching it fall loosely to her elbow. I do the same with the

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

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

each tip, lathering them, coating her in my spit and running my thumbs across the tips. Her moans fill

the most beautiful sound I’ve

grasp her hips. I don’t peel her panties down her body. In a strong grip, I tear them from her, pocketing

so hard,

Running my hands down her back, I cup her ass, drawing her

“What now?” she asks.

is breathy as I continue to stroke

sit on

a blushing female 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 the moment I

her hands clasped together. She’s trying to

She does as I tell her. “Put your legs

open for me. There won’t be a

kneel before her and stare