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.

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

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

her underwear on, she stands before me, looking unsure. There’s

fall loosely to her elbow. I do

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

the mounds, I press them together, watching her nipples harden. Licking one beaded nipple, I

close as I suck on each tip, lathering them, coating her in my spit and running my thumbs across the tips.

most beautiful

down her body. In a strong

wasn’t so hard,

in my office. Running my hands down her back, I cup her ass, drawing her close so that she feels my erection. My

“What now?” she asks.

voice is breathy as I continue to stroke up her

on my

how arousing it could be to have 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

together. She’s

as I tell her. “Put your legs on the edge of the sofa and

again, knowing this will spread her open for me. There won’t be

before her and stare at