No, I wanted to scream. Porn sex I struggled to break free. “Remember what happen to bad girls.”
The pressure in my legs loosened but I still kept them close together. He waved the dildo in front of my eyes. I had to be careful though as I was sure my parents would kill Johny if they knew what I was about to do for him. I gaped for air, choking. I sat there watching him teasing my clit, thinking how I always envied my sister a bit, wishing one day I’ll have a boyfriend like him, nice, sweet, sexy looking. … I could hear him turning the TV back on, watching the tape again. “Unless you want everybody at school to see what a little slut you are.”
And with a wicked laugh he left my room. I found the most sensitive spot and kept pleasing myself while his cock continued devouring my pussy from behind. With the rest of his cum dripping from my mouth, I felt like a cheap dirty slut. Remember what happen to bad girls. My mind tried to fight the pleasure spreading through my body. … He left the room then, telling me to keep wet downstairs.
