I feel the bulge in his pants. I grin wickedly up at him, while I feel his hardness throb against me. I whisper, "You desire me as much as I desire y...u," and I nibble on his ear. I feel him shiver as my teeth pull on his ear lobe. "Be careful, little one, or I'll lose control and take you right here on the dance floor," he groans. I smile wickedly; this almost gives him a license to take me there. He lowers his hands and slides them through the slit of my dress. He feels over my panties,. The world just seemed to stop and start. John looked atthe mirror again. This time it was makeup. His entire face was coated withthe over-the-top makeup of a young teen girl. His eyelashes were and huge,dark frames to his blue eyes. They in turn were surrounded by light blueeye shadow, that faded through to purple and then pink, and seemed to beladen with glitter.John's eyebrows were plucked into extreme, juvenile arches that gave hisface a surprised, vacant look.There was a rash of rouge or. Otherwise, have fun. I'll drop writers notes in the comments section as always so look out for those and happy reading!~ MenoetesAuthors Note: Hello Dearest Reader. Menoetes here again.I really hope you are enjoying this silly collection of saucy stories or maybe one of my other sordid tales. If you are then please let me know! Writers thrive on feedback and your kind encouragement is what keeps me plugging away at the ol' keyboard for hours on end.So feel free to drop me a quick message, shoot. I’m using my hands on the wall to help me brace for the oncoming impacts. He then grabs my wrists, pulls them and me back and starts fucking me harder. I start to moan even louder. I am not on the wall any more but I am so close that I think my head might just hit it a little. I was thinking about stepping further back away from it, but I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t care. I could feel myself building. He was pumping me harder and I started panting. I tell him that I think I am.