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Lolita sex phone sexThat Lolita sex toy fantasy that woke you up last night is going to send you straight to hell. You know it too, but it didn’t stop you from reaching into your boxers. The way your cock was throbbing you had to touch it. Your wife slept next to you but you couldn’t help yourself. Thinking of me, the girl next door who you just moved in last month it started to ooze somewhat. With your eyes closed you pictured me when I came home from school earlier this week, dressed in my plaid skirt. My small chest pressed against my white cotton blouse. I ran into the house and never noticed you watching from the bedroom window above on the left.  Just then you had the most perverted thought you could ever remember.  You’ve been hard now every day when I came home. You watched.

Don’t worry because I’m not as innocent as I bet you would imagine. I noticed you when my family moved in next door to you too. I saw you carrying groceries in the house while I was bringing in some clothes from the back of my mom’s van. Bending over in my shorts, I saw you staring out of the side of my eye. My long legs and my bubble butt mesmerized you. I stretched a second or two more than I needed to because I knew you were watching. I hoped you were enjoying the show. It was the first time I teased you. I was wondering if you knew I was playing you.  I bet you were trying to guess how old I was; were you mortified by your hardness at how low the number in your head was?

Lolita sex was became your favorite mind fuck jerk off visual.

When my dad introduced himself in our yard you exchanged phone number. Now you’re obsessed with calling that number. Maybe you would call when you knew I was home alone and I answered the phone. At first you pretended, in your mind, that you had the wrong number but I snatched at the chance to flip you out! I knew who it was from caller ID. Feigning innocence at first, in my breathy young voice I pretended you were my boyfriend. I started to tell you that the night before I had been playing with myself in bed. You just let me do all the talking, uttering a syllable here or there to keep me talking.  I described the way I rubbed my hard, young clit and thought about you pressing hard and deep inside me. In a moment you were having teen phonesex and it wasn’t even your idea!

You were listening to me beg to taste my juices off your rod after you cum inside my tight pussy. I started to talk about our last cocksucking session. My words had you jacking and pulling on yourself so hard and fast that you shot your wad in about 2 minutes. Now your obsession is about me coming home tomorrow, while the old lady sleeping. Tomorrow is going to be the day. I’m going to pretend I’m surprised when you show up on my door with a welcome package that I get to unzip. You just know that this Lolita sex dream is going to end up wet and messy. Just like the blowjob that you’re going to get tomorrow afternoon. The funny thing is that it was my idea all along. I just let you think you came up with this on your own.

Our Lolita sex is going to be your start down the path to Hell!

The real truth is that every night I undress for bed I know you’re peeking at me. I gave you a show last night and you can’t stop thinking about it while you stroke and choke that massive wood. The way my real pussy is going to feel when you force your way into my soft, bald slit is going to make you moan. And that’s when I know that my power over you will show you. Once you’re under my spell I can get anything I want with a little tease and denial. Your will is not your own anymore. I figure when I graduate in the spring, I can go to the local junior college and let you spoil me like a sugar daddy. Who are you to say no when I dangle hardcore Lolita sex over your head. There’s always blackmail if you balk. Don’t make me.