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Hopper’s Pretty Baby
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He really shouldn’t be doing this. Jerking off to his best friends daughter while she’s downstairs. Giggling and waltzing around in a white dress and lacey pink socks. Her sinful strawberry lips and doe eyes gazing up at him every second. Her hair flowing down her back.
He didn’t know if he wanted to braid for her or pull it while he fucks her from behind. He shouldn’t be thinking these things about someone half his age. Barely legal and just out of Highschool. He wasn’t a pervert. He was just a man with needs. And right now he needed to take care of those needs.
Pink underwear with a white bow wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t decide where to put them. Under his nose so he could smell it while he cums, or have it wrapped around his tip. He was absolutely feral right now. Pulling and palming at his cock in frustration. He slowly stopped touching himself as he pants in need. He needed to cum.
He was acting absolutely sinful right now. He couldn’t control himself. He needed you badly but you were barely prepared for him. You hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. He could just imagine how you would react if you saw him right now. Touching himself, in your bedroom. Watching him.
That’s what he wanted. It’s what he needed. Grabbing your panties, he wrapped it around his tip and started over again. He imagined you walking in and watching him. His cum painting your underwear white. You, gasping and shutting the door behind you. You’d call him a pervert. You’d yell at him and call his disgusting. God he needed that.
You’d degraded him and make him feel nasty and vulnerable. Hopper couldn’t stop himself as he felt his stomach flex and twitch. The coil in his stomach snapping and unraveling. He cums into his palms, but he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going until the burn of overstimulation makes him groan as he cums yet again.
He wipes his hands with your underwear and pulls his pants back up. He gets ready to go downstairs and face you. The object of his desires. His eternal love, yet his forever lust.
