30s male in NYC. All captions and stories are written by me unless otherwise stated. If you reblog, do NOT remove the captions or writing. (And why on earth would you?)
My phone popped up a FaceTime call. It was this girl I met in the park last weekend. She had asked me what I was reading (Nabokov, Pale Fire), and she seemed to hang onto every word. She ended up giving me her number. We'd texted a bit, and she went from telling me about books she liked and her school friends to asking me what I thought about her increasingly revealing outfits. When I told her she shouldn't send me things like that, she only became more determined. And when a girl so pretty shows you her panties or her nipples visible through a tiny tank top, you naturally lose resolve to object.
So I answered the FaceTime call. And that's when I saw her perfect, young pussy and her wicked smile. I could tell she was in that same park.
"Hi, mister," she chimed. "It's so... mmm... nice out today. You should come join me. I know you live nearby." The little slut was touching herself.
"Honey, you can't be doing this," I told her, even as I felt h cock stirring. "I'm working from home, and I'm more than twice your age."
She moaned when I said that and threw her head back as she continued to finger her bare cunt. "I know. You're so hot. I've been touching myself every day thinking about you, mister. All I want is your hands on me. Please, Daddy?"
Now I was hard. "Look, you're an amazing girl, and I'm sure lots of boys in your class--"
"But I don't want them, Daddy. I want you. I want to feel your beard on my neck. I want your hands on my tits and my pussy. Please. Oh, Daddy. Oh it feels good." I could see her pussy starting to gush.
I licked my lips. "Send me your location. We'll talk in person."
"Mmm," she moaned. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl," I whispered.
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My phone popped up a FaceTime call. It was this girl I met in the park last weekend. She had asked me what I was reading (Nabokov, Pale Fire), and she seemed to hang onto every word. She ended up giving me her number. We'd texted a bit, and she went from telling me about books she liked and her school friends to asking me what I thought about her increasingly revealing outfits. When I told her she shouldn't send me things like that, she only became more determined. And when a girl so pretty shows you her panties or her nipples visible through a tiny tank top, you naturally lose resolve to object.
So I answered the FaceTime call. And that's when I saw her perfect, young pussy and her wicked smile. I could tell she was in that same park.
"Hi, mister," she chimed. "It's so... mmm... nice out today. You should come join me. I know you live nearby." The little slut was touching herself.
"Honey, you can't be doing this," I told her, even as I felt h cock stirring. "I'm working from home, and I'm more than twice your age."
She moaned when I said that and threw her head back as she continued to finger her bare cunt. "I know. You're so hot. I've been touching myself every day thinking about you, mister. All I want is your hands on me. Please, Daddy?"
Now I was hard. "Look, you're an amazing girl, and I'm sure lots of boys in your class--"
"But I don't want them, Daddy. I want you. I want to feel your beard on my neck. I want your hands on my tits and my pussy. Please. Oh, Daddy. Oh it feels good." I could see her pussy starting to gush.
I licked my lips. "Send me your location. We'll talk in person."
"Mmm," she moaned. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl," I whispered.