Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410
I’m like so over Sunday school. The Teacher always yells at me and makes comments about my skirt revealing too much, but it isn’t my fault that my little booty just lifts up the back higher than the other stick girls in the class. She seriously makes me feel like such a slut just because I have a healthy, growing body.
I can’t stand her; that’s why I said I was going to the bathroom, but I snuck out the back for a smoke. Sure, I stole them out of my mom’s purse; it isn’t a big deal. She says they help reduce stress, and I’m fucking stressed! How would you feel if a grown woman shamed your body in front of a class of your peers? As I stood against the wall, a car pulled up, and a man I’d seen around Church before stuck his head out the window and made the finger motion for me to come over. Fucking great.
This Church Girl Is a Bad Girl
Dropping the cig behind me, I sauntered to the window and tried to look innocent. “Don’t worry, little girl. I saw the smoke; I’m not gonna tell. What are you doing out here?” I shrugged and leaned into his window.
“Avoiding the bitch of a Sunday school teacher.” He chuckled at my sass, and his fingers trailed up the back of my thigh.
“Schools, like ninety minutes, right? Wanna go back to my place and smoke something better?” I could see the bulge in his pants growing down his pant leg. It was hella bigger than any of the boys at school, and I nodded eagerly.
“Just have me back before school ends so my mom doesn’t know?” I waited till he said he’d have me back, and I skipped out in front of his car. I threw up my middle finger at the Church and flashed my new friend my round little booty by quickly whipping my skirt up. Then, I climbed into the passenger seat and leaned over the console. I was just aching to get a better look at that fat dick as he pulled away from the curb.
“You are a bad little girl, aren’t you?”
Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410