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The Island, Chapter 9
Date: 3/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 90.3, Source: sexstories.com
She squeaked, but didn’t move my hand. Instead, I felt her small hand cover mine, holding it firmly to her naked chest. Meanwhile, with each pulse of my orgasm, the heel of my hand ground against Mackenzie’s sweet young cunny, pressing the fabric of her panties deeper into her little slit. I managed not to cry aloud, but my body was shuddering as I pumped my jizz into my jockies. “Are you OK Master Connor?” Mackenzie asked with innocent concern. “Yeah,” I managed to grind out. “I must have gotten a little chill.” With that the three girls all turned and wrapped their arms around me, Madison saying, “We’ll keep you warm!” You have no idea, I thought, as my softening cock leaked onto her knee through my wet shorts. I let them cling to me as every ounce of tension left my body. I could die happily now. My little slice of paradise was finally shattered when Brandon ran up and grabbed my arm, shouting, “Master Connor! Come on and play Gator with us!” He pulled me reluctantly to my feet with the help of Jared. At least I could stand without poking someone’s eye out now, as my drooping peter was no longer threatening the structural integrity of my underwear. Brandon stood in the water, his back to the rest of us, and threw the ball up in the air. Logan snatched it and made a run for the waterfall, apparently the goal. He was quickly engulfed in a sea of bodies as several kids took him down. He rose from the water, sputtering, and took his turn throwing the ball backward into the ...