A store security guard caught me walking out of the department store with a pretty, expensive French bra, garter belt, panties and stockings set. Porn sex He thrust deeply, his body rocked and spasmed as he came in giant spurts deep in my boy cunt. He sat there with his knees wide apart. I have pouty lips that are made for lipstick. “Chrissy, that’s stolen property. Johnson said as he still held a handful of my hair with one hand and with the other he squeezed and stroked my young, tight derriere. He kicked my legs apart and stepped closer. “Take your punishment, little bitch babe.” I gasped and cried. “Clean yourself up, Chrissy. I couldn’t help but gasp in admiration at the size of his cock and the gorgeousness of his muscular, dark body. My mascara became a mess all over again as tears again ran down my cheeks. I applied lipstick, puckering my lips, then the eye liner, mascara, shadow, a touch of rouge. I’ll do anything, please.”
“Let me see your driver’s license, Chrissy.” I fumbled with my purse, opened my wallet and produced my ID, which showed I had just turned 18. He motioned me to come to him. Johnson stepped back, grabbed my hair and spun me around the other way, so I was now facing him.
