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In the quiet hush of the night, your friend’s house is a sanctuary of slumber. I, Mercedes, a teen vision of youth and petite allure of the age of 14, find myself ensconced in a sea of blankets. You, the father of my friend, are supposed to be far removed from this scene.
A shift in the air, a subtle change in the ambiance that sends a thrill down my spine. You stand at the threshold of the room, a silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Your eyes find mine in the dark, a wordless exchange that speaks volumes.
“You’re a naughty girl, Mercedes,” you whisper, your voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “Coming into my house, tempting me like this.”
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I bite my lip, a silent admission of guilt. The thrill of this illicit encounter, the risk of getting caught, it’s a heady mix that leaves me breathless. “I’ve been thinking about you all night, little Mercedes,” you murmur, your words sending a jolt of desire through me. “I can’t resist any longer.”
Your hand finds its way under the blanket, tracing a path up my thigh. I gasp into your mouth, my body trembling in anticipation. You smile against my lips, a knowing smile that tells me you’ve found your target.
“Shh,” you whisper, your fingers brushing against my cotton panties. “We don’t want to wake anyone, do we?”
I shake my head, my breath hitching as you begin to tease me through the flimsy fabric. The sensation is maddening, a tantalizing promise of what’s to come. I can feel my arousal building, a wet heat that threatens to consume me.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need more.”
You oblige, slipping your fingers under the cotton and finding my wet, teen hole. I bite back a moan, my hand clamping over my mouth as you begin to work me in slow, deliberate strokes.
“You’re so wet, Mercedes”
I nod, my eyes pleading with you to continue. Your fingers plunge deeper into me, your thumb circling my clit in a rhythm that drives me wild.
I’m on the edge, my body trembling with need. I can’t make a sound, and I can feel my orgasm building.
“Come for me, Mercedes,” you whisper, your voice a low command. “But be quiet.”
I nod and my body tensing as I give in to the pleasure. My orgasm rips through me, a silent explosion that leaves me trembling in your arms.
Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext 423
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