Er spürte, wie seine Eichelspitze gegen Vanessas Muttermund stieß und sie bei jedem Stoß vor Schmerz zusammenzuckte. Aber es war ihm egal. Diese kl...ine, versaute Schlampe wollte von ihm gefickt werden, und das sollte sie bekommen. Sie war seine Jungstute, seine Privatfotze, sein Eigentum. Er konnte sie ficken, wann und wo er wollte. Und wie er wollte. Und jetzt wollte er sie einfach nur hart durchficken.Mit a****lischem Grunzen kam Thomas zum Höhepunkt. Schub um Schub jagte er sein Sperma tief. He noted her thick industrial-strength ebony fingernails. They looked more like bone or ivory than ordinary fingernails. Perhaps it was understandable that his attention was drawn to her chest and the flawless pale skin leading down to her breasts and their cleavage. Since only the bottom half of her shirt was buttoned, it was hard not to notice. She wiggled out of her backpack as though she wanted to put on a show for him. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her unusual dark nipples were. Knowing all this, imagine my surprise and amazement when I ran into her one afternoon out on street and she informed me she was babysitting for the Johnson's ... and she invited me to come and visit her while she was babysitting. I even think I turned around and looked behind me to see who she was talking to ... I mean, come on ... she just couldn't be talking to me. I was just the BOY next door. But to my utter amazement, she was talking to me. I explained the sleeping arrangement at my house. You should never ever wear a shirt!" She leaned down and started licking my nipples. Not a lot of women have done this to me but she was. I was so horny I kept trying to push her head down to my cock. She was not having it. She pulled off my nipples and said she had to go. I said "What!". She said "Call me" and took off.I called her and we set up a date for the next weekend. I thought I would take her to a White Sox game. She lived on the North Side and I picked her up. She was wearing tight.