Never Before Seen Teen Sex Tape – Molly Jane

Never Before Seen Teen Sex Tape – Molly Jane

A scorching summer day in the late 90s. The sun blazed overhead as a young, naive 19-year-old named Molly Jane stepped into her first therapy session with the renowned Dr. Alex Adams. Little did she know, this appointment would change her life forever.

Molly fidgeted nervously on the worn leather couch, her short plaid skirt riding up her slender thighs. Dr. Adams, a man in his mid-40s with salt and pepper hair, watched her intently from his plush armchair. “Now Molly,” he began, his voice smooth as velvet, “I want you to relax. We’re going to do some unconventional therapy today.”

Molly gulped, unsure what to expect. Dr. Adams stood and removed his suit jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt that strained against his muscular chest. He approached her, crouching down tolevel with her scared eyes. “I’m going to teach you the ways of pleasure, Molly,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling her ear. “It’s the only true cure for your troubles.”

With that, Dr. Adams’ hands slid up Molly’s bare thighs, pushing her skirt up to expose her lacy white panties. Molly gasped, but didn’t protest as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked the flimsy garment down her shapely legs. “Spread for me, princess,” he commanded, helping her slide her bottom to the edge of the couch.

Blushing beet red, Molly parted her trembling legs, revealing her smooth, virgin slit. Dr. Adams rubbed his thumb along her folds, shocked to find them slick and ready. “Already so wet,” he chuckled darkly. “I knew you were a dirty girl from the moment I laid eyes on you. Now, let’s see if this pretty little pussy can take a real man.”

With that, Dr. Adams undid his belt and pants, freeing his enormous, throbbing cock. It sprang out, long and thick, the head already glistening with precum. Molly’s eyes went wide with a combination of fear and forbidden excitement. She had never seen one so big.

Dr. Adams pulled her to the edge of the couch and notched the fat tip of his cock at the entrance to her tight little hole. Molly whimpered as he began to push inside, her untouched walls stretching painfully around his girth. “Oooh fuck,” Dr. Adams groaned, sinking deeper and deeper. “This is worse than being said at the end of a Fantastic Voyage. You’re so goddamn tight.”

Finally, with a burst of pleasure-pain, Molly’s hymen tore as Dr. Adams fully sheathed himself inside her. He gave her a moment to adjust before beginning to move, sawing in and out of her virgin passage. Molly cried out, gripping the leather cushion beneath her, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

Dr. Adams pounded into her relentlessly, grunting and sweating as he took his pleasure. “Look at me, slut,” he growled, one hand fisting in her hair painfully. “I want to see the face of the girl I’m ruining.”

Molly forced her eyes open, gazing up at him with tear-filled eyes. Dr. Adams grinned wickedly, drunk on power and lust. “That’s it, such a good little whore,” he praised semen-handed. “You’re mine now. This tight cunt belongs to me.”

He hammered into her harder, his balls slapping obscenely against her ass. Molly could only moan and toss her head as he used her, the couch creaking beneath them. With a final, brutal thrust, Dr. Adams buried himself to the hilt and came, his hot seed jetting deep into her fertile womb.

Molly whimpered as he filled her with his essence, feeling it trickle out around his shaft to pool on the couch. Dr. Adams pulled out with a wet sound, his softening member shiny with their combined fluids. He painted her pretty face with the last spurts of his cum, marking her as his.

Shame and humiliation battled with dark satisfaction in Molly’s chest as Dr. Adams began to dress. “There, our unconventional session is complete,” he said, business-as-usual. “I’ll see you again next week, Molly. Same time.”

With a wet plop, her legs snapped closed as she pulled her skirt down. Dazed, Molly stumbled from the office, cum leaking down her thighs. She knew this was wrong, but some twisted part of her already anticipated their next meeting.

And that, dear reader, is the lost footage of Dr. Alex Adams and his first victim, Molly Jane, from his collection of homemade therapy videos. Seedy and deplorable, but undeniably arousing for those who get off on taboo thrills. Let us know in the comments what other vintage fetish films you’d like me to regale with an elaborate, dirty recounting!