1. BECKY RIDER


    Date: 2/12/2015, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the hall. I remembered to breathe again about the same time the little girl slapped my thigh. "Giddy-yap horsie!" she cried, in a voice that I swear was near to tears. Not knowing what else to do, I started the ride again, and was instantly rewarded with a gasp which, if it'd had come from a lover, would have sent me into a frenzy of fucking. My erection began to swell up again immediately, and my hand automatically reached out and cupped her bottom. I guess I was thinking to keep her from sliding off or something, I honestly didn't think about it. Once my hand cupped her bottom though, that was the only thing on my mind - and he gasp of pleasure sure as hell didn't make me want to let go! Her flexing on my leg grew firmer and faster, and I swear she was actually humping my leg at this point. With my hand on her rump, I could feel the lovely play of her muscles beneath my fingers, and let me tell you, it was awe-inspiring! Suddenly she reached out and grabbed the desk with both hands and let out a gasping shudder, and I felt her wetness drenching my leg! No shit, this little girl had apparently cum right on my leg! I nearly shot off in my drawers from the mere thought of it! Her juices were so warm and wonderful on my skin, it was several long moments of her grinding on my leg - really grinding - before I remembered that she was a k**! Lucky for me, my confusion gave her adequate time to finish and get her breath back. She turned, cheeks flushed, and kissed me right on the ...
    mouth, then giggling, slipped off my leg and ran down the hall. It was probably only a minute or two, but it felt like I just stared down the hallway for an hour in shock (and lust) before remembering where I was and what I was supposed to be doing. I looked back to the computer and saw it was done with it's clean-up, and in a bit of a panic, I realized I had to get the hell out of there before I lost my mind. I quickly put my stuff back in my bag. Carol must have heard me, as she came back just as I was finishing. I don't know what I said - my brain had shut down completely. I was running completely on auto-pilot as I tried to extract myself from that apartment as quickly as possible. At the door, Carol thanked me again, and said she'd been cooking up, and I should take a muffin with me. She pushed the foil-covered roll in my jacket pocket and saw me out. It wasn't until I got home, brain still spinning, that I unwrapped it and found a drenched pair of little-girl panties in there. So yeah, okay. I know what I SHOULD have done. But sometimes it's not what you SHOULD do that matters. It's what you CAN do. And I was no more able to toss that scrap of fabric than I was able to flap my arms and fly to the moon. And I challenge any of you judgmental pricks to do any different under the circumstances! First, they were just fucking cute. Plain white cotton, with pink piping around the edges, and a Hello Kitty face on the front, right above where her little treasure would be. I swear ...
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