Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Boys are so bad. They can’t help themselves. As soon as those pricks start to get hard, all reasonable thinking goes out the window. Caleb was at that age and kept breaking into my room to steal my panties. It was obvious it was him; no one else had any reason to, and soon I was outta draws. The boy would snatch em, do God knows what in em, and toss em out as if that would hide his guilt.
Mrs. Lea knows better! I’d had enough of this thieving. I stormed into his room naked with my last pair of panties in my hand. Caleb was on his bed when I marched in, and he sure looked surprised. “Wha-what are you gone do?” He tried to sit up, but I was quick and sat right on his face.
Forcing A Bad Boy To Cum In My Panties
Caleb struggled under me for all of two seconds before he buried his face in my pussy. I took out his cock, which was rock hard because, of course, it was. I wrapped my panties around him, and within four strokes, the boy was creaming in my panties. I didn’t stop!
He was gone learn to quit stealing from me. My weight held him in place as I yelled so he could hear from between my thighs. “I’ma keep stroking this dick till there’s nothing left. Till they ain’t no more cum for you to put in my panties, so you stop stealing ’em!”
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244