Page 29 of Such a Sweet Girl

Well… it wouldn’t protect her frommyold wood.

Lifting her panties to my face, I inhaled her scent, my eyes closing briefly as I did. Her aghast face met me when I opened them.

‘Did you just… smell my underwear?’

‘I did.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I’m obsessed with every little piece of you. Now pull your dress up and spread your thighs for me, baby. I want to see your sweet cunt.’

Watching her struggle between wanting to obey, and the embarrassment of doing so on the open water had me hard before she’d moved an inch.

‘Wide.’

Francesca jerked her legs open, spreading them for me.

‘Damn,’ I groaned. ‘You’re such a sight, Francesca. Glistening in the moonlight for me.’

‘Do you think it’s pretty?’ She asked.

‘Devastatingly.’

Her back arched with pleasure at the word. Presenting herself for me like a perfect little slut.

‘Touch yourself for me.’

‘I… I’m not very good at doing that. Can’t you just come here and touch me?’

‘I want to watch you, baby. You can do it for me. Start small, take your fingers and circle your clit, nice and slow.’

Even under the moonlight, her blush deepened when she followed my directions. At first, restraint marred the movement of her fingers, physically following directions, but fighting the pleasure they brought.

‘There’s a good girl,’ I encouraged with a soft but firm voice. ‘You’re going to keep going until I can’t resist you any longer, and then, when you’re nice and wet, you can come over here and sit on my cock.’

A darling little moan tumbled from her lips, her fingers quickening.

‘That’s it. Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.’

My praise enhanced her eagerness, her strokes emboldening.

‘Ass to the edge of the bench. Show me.’

God damn. My dick pressed against my pants hard enough to ache.

This girl. This goddamned little temptress.

Whimpers cascaded from her lips, and I thumbed the head of my dick through my pants.

‘Push your fingers in, Frankie. Deeper. Come on, do it properly. Curl them up against that spot where youneedme most.’

What a fucking sight. Hair falling over her chest, legs splayed, and fucking her sweet little cunt for me. The dull lap of water against the boat contrasted with the soaked sound of her fingers slipping in and out of her.

‘You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘I love it when you look at me like you want me more than anything else.’

‘How badly do you want me to fuck you, Frankie? Tell me what a dirty little fucktoy you want to be.’

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