A few nights later after a long work day. He approached me by my car in the parking lot, he came up and gave me a hug and told me that I had been doin... such a great job at work and that I should come by his house right now to celebrate. I was mesmerized and of course I wanted to celebrate with him. At his place we had a few drinks on the couch and he made me feel very comfortable. He was rubbing my legs and feet and before long he placed my feet in his lap so that I could feel his growing mass.. My make-up is simple: light eyeliner, one coat of mascara, and lip gloss. My hair is in a French twist, with a few tendrils framing my face. "My God, you are beautiful!" you say, almost breathlessly, making me look down bashfully, a blush rising in my cheeks. "Thank you, my darling. You look amazing as well. If I weren't so hungry, I'd skip the meal and have you take me to your room now!" You swallow noticeably, then say to the waiter, "We'll take the order to go, if you don't mind." You hand. I think it is safe to say that no births and four foot tiny do bode well if you like your pussy tight. Shirley's was so tight and shallow I had to take care not to hit bottom too hard. Having almost an honest eight I can tell you there were inches to go before hitting "balls deep" for but I'm not complaining. It didn't seem so much like fucking a pussy as much as it seemed like putting on a pussy. She worked evenings and got out of at midnight. First off despite being a tiny little girl she. She wanted to kiss him, to have him hold her, to feel him pressed up against her, wanted him inside of her, filling her cunt as he thrust his cock deep inside of her over and over. She reached up to pull her underwear from her mouth, having long ago tired of the feeling, only to find her wrists suddenly trapped, one in each of his hands. He held her like that for a moment, his fingers as strong as iron, then slowly forced her hands down together."Don’t move. I want you to keep them just like.