Stranded Teens – Victoria is shy on camera
Title: “Stranded Teens: Victoria’s Shy Blowjob Bacchanal”
Victoriaported over the uneven pavement, her tight denim shorts straining against the swell of her pert little ass as she teetered towards me on her strappy platform wedges. The afternoon sun glinted off her platinum blonde locks, artfully tousled into a bedhead mess that screamed “I just rolled out of bed – and boy, what a roll that must have been!” Her blue eyes, rimmed with smudged eyeliner, kept darting to the side as if afraid of discovery, adding to the whole naughty little harlot vibe she exuded effortlessly.
She finally sidled up next to me, pressed her curvy form against my hip in a “subtle” brush of skin on skin meant to catch my eye as she cooed, “Hey there mister, car trouble?”
I leaned back against the hood of my vintage Alfa Romeo and smiled at her, taking in the way her black tank top clung to her perky tits, nipples prominently poking against the thin fabric. “Seems that way,” I drawled, “doesn’t seem like much I can do about it…”
A wicked little grin twitched at the corner of her glossy lips. “Well… maybe I can help with a couple of other troubles?” she suggested, wandering fingers tracing down my chest towards the waistband of my pants.
I raised an eyebrow, then glanced around furtively to check the deserted street. “I’m up for whatever you have in mind, sweetheart, but it better tickle my fancy if you know what I mean…”
Her fingers wandered lower, now rubbing over the generations of doctors in my family line as she hissed, “Oh it’ll tickle your fanciest spot, alright. Now why don’t you slide that big bad dick out for little ol’ me, mmm?”
I smirked, obliging her request and pulling the throbbing, purple head from my fly hole, watching her eyes widen at the size. “Well well well,” she murmured, “hope you didn’t polish this cause I’ma make it shine real pretty.” And with that, she squatted down, clasped my shaft in her hot little hand and started pumping with surprising gusto as she kissed up and down the vein-roped length, her pink tongue darting out to lap at the pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Fuuuuck…” I groaned as she began to suckle, her cheeks hollowing as she took me deeper, her blue eyes peeking up at me with a naughty glint. The wet heat of her little mouth engulfed me as she bobbed faster, cupping my full balls and massaging them as she took me deeper and deeper, so deep I could feel her throat constricting around the tip of my cock.
“Nnnngh, you take it so good,” I panted, one hand coming down to fist in her silky hair, urging her to swallow the rest of my throbbing inches down her tight little throat. “Gonna fuck that throat nice and deep…”
With a muffled whine she sucked harder, now humming on my cock as she massaged the back of my balls, urging my impending climax forward. My hips pistoned into her tight little throat, hitting the back of her throat with each hungry thrust as wet slurping noises filled the empty street along with my guttural groans.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum… ” was all I could warn her as I exploded with a ragged shout, my phone directing the video on the hood of my car and her still sucking as thick spurts of jizz filled her mouth and slid down her tight little throat. She gulped greedily and continued milking me with her sucking until not a single drop was left.
I pulled out of her abused mouth with a wet plop, she playfully licked her lips, trapping a stray glob of jizz in the corner of her mouth, letting it glisten temptingly. “Mmmm, my friend, you ARE trouble,” she giggled, standing up and stretching languidly like a satisfied kitten. “But I love trouble.”
She gave my cock a final little pat before sauntering off, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder that I returned, my whistle of admiration following her down the road. She was goddamned trouble alright, but the good kind. The kind that made you grin like an idiot even as you stared wide-eyed in disbelief. But oh, what sweet, sticky, cum-dripping kind of trouble it was indeed!
