He was a proper man, unlike she’d ever come across. Deep deep down she hoped that once he’d had her he would fall in love properly with her. Those... were dangerous thoughts. She also knew deep down that he was probably going to break her heart but she was in too deep now. She teased her little clit through the black Victoria’s secret knickers he’d sent her last week for her to wear for his visit. She knew she looked good as she arched her back and sent Tom the hottest picture ever of her to get. In fact, we won’t go into that right now either. I begin my story with the first cock that I touched and saw, in fact. In the flesh. With my own eyes. And I grabbed it with own hands. Fondled it and took it into my mouth. It was a beautiful dark, Indian cock. Beautiful but small. And I gave him head. Just kinda let the head of his cock soak in my mouth really. Enveloped it in my wet, warm mouth and let it soak there, a little lick around its mushroom shape and petite ridge. It was a young,. She would never forget the day they made her sit in that office downtown to watch video after video of her masturbating. The videos had been taken by her father, they told her, who had secretly recorded her for several months. Obviously they had hoped that this betrayal of her privacy would make her so angry that she'd agree to testify against him, to say he had raped her. They had him on murder, cold. But they wanted him on child molestation too. But she didn't take their bait.Her father's. My cum leaked onto the worktop as his cock forcefully pushed it out. He started to kiss my breasts again whilst he fucked me harder than before. His six inches was definitely putting me to the test but I held up and eventually, his testicles clenched together tightly and his cock spasmed as his cum shot into the rubber wrapping of his condom. Each spasm made me wish his seed was inside of me a little bit more. He gave me a small kiss of thanks and left me with a satisfied pussy and five.