Dirty Teen

He helped her to her feet, his arm around her waist as they hobbled to the car. As they approached the house, Jake could feel his heart racing. He was mid-recitation of a fantasy novel quote when she interrupted him. Her figure-hugging attire showcased her toned abs and the curve of her hips. Her other hand reached down to slide her panties to the side, revealing the already soaping wet folds of a pussy. Her makeup was flawless, her presence magnetic. “We need to make a quick stop.”

“No problem,” Jake said, curious but not wanting to pry. “Just tell me who I’m roasting,” she said, not looking up. Amanda’s eyes searched hers, as if looking for any sign of what had happened. She spread her legs wider, giving the camera a full view of her shaved mound. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Without warning, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him a step closer.