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One Sunday, time was dragging. I was climbing up and down a ladder, shifting 40 lb boxes constantly, and I was bored out of my mind. I grab a box of ink cartridges and make my way up the ladder, when a soft cough catches my attention. A girl no more than eighteen is looking up at me.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Her hair falls to her mid back, her eyes are wide, and a small smile plays on her lips. She’s fucking tiny. I could break her. And my dick throbs its agreement.

“I was just wondering where your pens were?” She asks, her empty basket at her waist.

“Aisle nine,” I smile down at her.

She looks around, as if lost. And I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“Just this way,” I say as drop down from the ladder and lead her to the pens aisle.

All the while, I can feel my back heat up under her stare. I’m all too conscious of the fact I’ve been lifting boxes all day, and my arms are pumped.

“Here we are.”

“You didn’t have to take me,” she smiles apologetically.

“It’s okay. I wanted to.”

“Thank you so much,” she grins back, her eyes alight.

“If there’s anything else let me know.”

“Oh, I will.”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and my dick aches to be inside that mouth.

I turn my back on her, and amble back to the ladder, adjusting my pants on the way. I’ve put two more boxes away when another soft cough interrupts my daydreams escort izmit of fucking a tiny young blonde on the checkout counter.

She looks up at me, holding a still empty basket.

“Would it be alright if I used your bathroom?”

Yeah if I can fuck you in it.


I get down the ladder and head to the back room, her trailing behind me.

“Didn’t see anything you liked?”

“Oh I saw something I liked,” she murmurs, her voice husky.

And I don’t know what the fuck to say. I wordlessly lead her to the bathroom and motion at the female door. She brushes past me, and my skin grows warm at her touch.

“Thanks,” she whispers, looking back at me from inside the toilet.

Again, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and I’m a fucking goner. I close the distance Between us and slam my mouth to hers. Her lips part and our tongues collide in a shower of sparks.

“Fuck,” she murmurs against my lips. I fumble back and slam the door shut behind us.

She yanks at my shirt, pulling it up my body and over my head. While I reach for her shirt, ripping it up over her bra. My hands find her pert little A-cup tits, and I give them a gentle squeeze. She whines at my touch, and throws her head back.

Encouraged by her moans, I unclasp her bra and free her little titties, sucking them into my mouth. She gasps as I run my tongue around her areolas, her nipples hardening into little izmit escort pebbles. Her hands find my hair and she yanks my mouth free.

“No, fair,” she gasps.

She drops to her knees and unbuckles my belt as she goes. She’s ripped my pants down and I need no further encouragement. I jump out of my boxers and palm my dick, pumping a few times. Without a moments hesitation she sucks me into her mouth, her tongue circling my head.

“Fuck,” I gasp, the air hissing from between my lips.

She looks up at me, and it’s only now I realize she has blue eyes. And I almost cum on the spot. She sucks me even further into mouth, so deep that I hit the back of her throat. Only she doesn’t gag or anything, only continues to circle my dick with her tongue and slowly pump me in and out of her mouth.

She looks up at me with wide, inviting eyes, begging me to cum. And it takes everything in me to grab my dick and pull out of her mouth.

“Stop, fuck, please.” I step back, and she watches me with a pouty stare.


“I don’t want to cum,” I spit.

“Aw, why not?”

“I want to fuck your brains out.”

Her pout morphs into a grin, and she rises from the ground, her nipples standing at attention.

I take a small step toward her, and hook my fingers on the inside of her waistband. I gently tug both her jeans and panties down, and am greeted by a perfectly shaved pussy.

“Fuck izmit kendi evi olan escort me,” I whisper in appreciation.

“Okay,” she whispers back with a grin.

In one movement, I’ve lifted her from the ground and seated her on the sink, my dick inches away from her lips.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s oka-“

I’m balls deep inside her before she even finishes her sentence.


I pull out and thrust into her hard, grinding her pelvis against me.


I drop two fingers down to rub her clit as I fuck her hard. She braces herself by wrapping her arms around my back, her nails scratching the shit outta me. But I don’t say anything.

Her pussy is worth it.

She wraps her legs around my waist, giving me little room to thrust into her. But I hump into her madly, my dick kissing her cervix with each thrust.

Deep in my balls I can feel the cum ready explode outta me, when she yells,

“Don’t cum in me!”

Too fucking late.

The cum barrels down my cock and I slam into her hard.


I thrust my hips into her with each spurt of cum, my hands mauling her little titties.

When I finish, I look up at her with a lazy grin.

“I told you not to cum in me.”

“I’d say sorry, but I’m fucking not.”

I press a kiss to her nose and nuzzle into her neck.

She starts giggling beneath me, and I look up at her.

“What’s so funny?”

“I didn’t even need to buy any pens today,” she laughs.

Yeah, I figured.

I’m not fucking complaining though.

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