Phonesex Handle Me? Really?

He knew what he was getting into when he told my parents he would let me stay at his house while they went to dad’s building show. I overheard mom and dad warning him. He said he could “handle” me. “She can’t be that bad” he said.

At his house the next week I came downstairs like I always do wearing my short shorts and an old stretched out tank top that shows a lot of side boob. He tried to get all parental and ordered me back up to “put some clothes on”. I smiled and turned around “I am wearing clothes. “ He couldn’t not look. I pushed my shorts down enough for him to see the tiny pink and white polka dot panties I was wearing. “Look I even remembered my panties” I said. “Stop it I know what you are doing.” He said in his forceful voice. “What? It’s not like I’m playing with my pussy” and slid my fingers into my panties and moaned, “oops, guess I am”.

“Stop it now” he ordered. I smiled and shrugged “I can’t I already started I can’t stop until I cum now you don’t want me suffering do you?” He looked to the kitchen where his wife was cooking breakfast and stood up grabbing my arm. “Brat!” I pulled my pussy glossed fingers from my panties and licked them clean “Pervert” and next thing I know I’m bent over bathroom sink getting fucked looking at my own smiling reflection.

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