I want to stare at your ass." Don't, it's fat."Do all white women think their rear ends are fat?"I like it. Let me look." Thank you." She paused. "You...only say that because you love me." I do love you. And I love your behind."She rolled it at me. "Thank you, again." Another pause. "Are you through?" She turned to look at me."Never. Just let me stare a little." She was across the room facing her dresser. Hair damp, one of my white T's tucked into a weekend pair of 80s style high waisted jeans.. Sighs and moans escaped our lips as we each approached climax.“Are you close?” she asked, her voice quivering.“Almost there,” I grunted in answer.“Can you just let it spurt, not catch it in the tissue?” she asked me. “I love seeing a man’s spunk flying through the air.”I grunted again, too close to speak. She seemed to understand and watched intently as my hand became a blur, so fast was I stroking my cock.“Yes, that’s it, lad, make it shoot,” she murmured, her hand action revealing her need to. “If you’ll sign here, Miss.” He proffered the clipboard and a mechanical pencil.“What? No pen?” The pencil felt kind of heavy, but it wrote well enough.“It’s all I had with me.” She finished her signature with a tiny dot for each “i.”“And here’s your package.”The box was lighter than she expected. It rustled a bit when she checked the label. “Thank you,” she said as the man stepped back; it never hurt to be polite.“Ah, miss?” The driver spoke before she closed the door. “I’ll be in the area for. It was so fucking hot. My dick came back to life and she hovered over it, swaying so that the tip of my thick cock rubbed the length of her slit."You want this 16 year old pussy, old man?" She teased."Fuck yes."With that, she eased herself onto my cock slowly, engulfing it in her incredibly wet, amazingly tight pussy. It was perfect. She slid down, taking most of it, moaning sexily as it bottomed out. She began rhythmically moving herself up and down on my shaft, pinching her perfect little.