Funny Sonny × Naive reader
The Texas sun wasn’t just hot; it was burning you up. You were regretting the tiny lavender dress that had seemed so cute in your dorm room. Now, it just felt like a second, hotter skin.
You were on your way to college, heading for the second lecture, after you had bunked the first one, because you spent all your time finding matching nail polish.
“Hi there, sugar tits" a voice called out
You risked a glance. The man on the bike was a much older man, who wore cigarette smoke and weathered leather. Sunglasses hid his eyes, but a cocky, sun-bleached smile was aimed directly at you.
“You tryin’ to start a wildfire, darlin’?” he drawled, “Because what you’re wearin’ is hotter than a two-dollar pistol on the Fourth of July.”
You blushed, heat washing over you. “It’s just… hot,” you managed to mumble, clutching your textbook to your chest like a shield.
“Name’s Sonny. And you look like you’re about two seconds from spontaneously combustin’. My trailer’s just around the corner. Got the AC cranked so high it’s like the Arctic in there.”
Every sensible, university-educated cell in your body was screaming danger. But your cheeks which were over heating and you cunt which was leaking from this unusual attention, said yes before you could stop yourself.
“Just to cool off,” “No funny business ” He promised.
You found yourself nodding again.
The trailer was exactly what you expected, ubtidy and cluttered with a faint smell of motor oil and cheap beer, but blessedly, gloriously cold.
“See?” Sonny said, locking the door behind him with a quiet click. “Told you. Arctic.”
“It’s wonderful,” you breathed, closing your eyes for a second to enjoy thr cold.When you opened them, he was closer.
“Thing is, darlin’,” he murmured, his gaze fixated on your chest . “You’re still lookin’ awful hot in all that cold.”
Your heart hammered loudly. You were frozen, not from the AC, but from a thrilling, terrifying anticipation.
"Go on now, take that off" " gotta make sure you cool off completely" he said slyly.
Every cell of your brain was asking you to bolt out of the door, but your pussy was leaking at the thought of undressing before him, and so you did.
Sat there in his beer stained bed, with your dress crumpled up near your waist , exposing your chest to him, nipples hard as rocks from the cold.
He began searching for something on his shelf, emerging with a Polaroid camera minutes later.
" Pose fer me , sugar tits"
Before you knew it, you were arching your back , making sure he got a good picture of your tits.
" it's fer when I want to jerk off to yer pretty little tits" he said caressing your hard nub with his calloused fingers, he pinched it HARD, earning a moan from you.
You were supposed to be in class by now, instead you were grabbing his other hand placing it on your left tit, looking at him with eager expectant eyes, his grin grew wider.
Before you knew it , you were under him, letting him split you open, raw. His cock penetrating you deeper with every thrust, his hands abusing your tits, like they were his stress balls, his teeth leaving marks on your neck for every one to see.
You glanced at the broken clock on the wall, it was half past two, you were supposed to be in the middle of an econ mock test, but right now your only concern was to make sonny's cock fit.
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