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hand job

At your age all you can get is hand job? Pathetic! Girls, even little girls have standards. If your lack in the peenie, all you will get is a stroke here and there. You wouldn’t expect someone as cute as me to want to fuck you, right?

 
This man followed me around the mall last night. He wasn’t the scary creeper type, but more the loser who can’t get laid. I knew right away that he would never be able to land a sexy little teen like me. How could he? There was no bulge in his pants, and the way he stuttered, he was probably a 40 year old virgin. To be honest, he wasn’t unattractive at all.
 

I wander if has even had a hand job from a girl. Doubtful.

 
Dressed in a tiny pair of skinny jeans, a cream colored sweater, and a pair of boots, I look good. The perfect teen tease. As he followed me into my favorite clothing store, I lost him. Not for long though. I wanted to sneak up on him and let the loser know I wasn’t stupid. I knew he was watching me.
 
“You’re such a fucking loser. Pervert. I bet no one in here knows that you’re a dirty old man!”
 
He begged me to lower my voice, but well, that would come at a price. I already had 4 pairs of jeans, 5 bra and panties sets, a new coach bag on the counter. I never intended on paying for them myself though. You don’t have to when I have losers tagging along.
 
In the dressing room of this store, he got his cherry popped. Well, not the one he wanted. My little pay pigging got to stand in front of the mirror and look at himself. During this time I did give him a hand job, but only after he paid me for it. The price of my clothing seems a fair amount. 415.99 for my fingers to coax the cum from his dick. Such a fucking loser boy. Thank god for this tiny voice and devious mind.