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.

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

is, and I’m not about to tell her, not yet. Faye’s not ready to know, but when she does,

only her underwear on, she stands before me,

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

tits spring free

harden. Licking one beaded nipple, I watch as

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

the most beautiful sound

release her tits only to grasp her hips. I don’t peel her panties down her body. In a strong grip, I tear

so

now, in my office. Running my hands down her back, I cup

“What now?” she asks.

is breathy as I continue

on

blushing female in my bed, but there’s no getting away from it. I love it. Her innocence, her

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

does as I tell her. “Put your legs on the edge

this will spread her open for me. There won’t be a single

her