Gordan was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for her. Gordan was not going to let Emilia go without letting him fuck her tiny cunt."Well, I gotta ...o now," said Emilia, standing in front of Gordan. Gordan grabbed Emilia by the hips and stood up, towering over the little girl."No," said Gordan as he grabbed the back of Emilia's neck again. He pushed Emilia's neck down, bending her over on the kitchen table. Emilia struggled under him."No Gordan, I don't want to," said Emilia nervously as she. What had happened was undoubtedly morally questionable. But she was eighteen and legal. She’d entered into the agreement without coercion. Sure, it was pretty disgusting that a forty-year old man would take advantage of a young girl’s desire for cash, but it wasn’t against the law. And it certainly wasn’t ****. “I’m pretty sure that counts as consent. Wouldn’t you say?”She gave me a look of pure hatred in return. I held her gaze. Right then, I felt no guilt. Hell, we were each as bad as the. Do you suppose I was mistaken?" I don't know. It seemed like that to me also, but then I didn't care much. It felt nice having that great big thing inside of you, didn't it? Did it hurt you? And what did it feel like to you when he squirted? It sure hurt when he jammed it in me the first time, but that feeling went away. It sure felt good having him move around inside. I have always dreamed about going in myself. Doesn't that seem kinky?" No. I guess we have no secrets anymore, do we?"Before. I feel the heat as I continue to flow and I watch it as it falls onto your tongue only to be whisked away as your tongue returns with its prize to your mouth. I feel my cock pulsing as more blood is directed downwards to fill it, it swells and grows harder and longer in your hand until the head peeks out of your closed fist. Although I only grow to 7′ hard, your small hand encircles me but does not encompass my length. The appearance of my glistening dome is all you need to invite yourself to.