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That creepy chain of thought compelled me to look at a candid photo of Z. I felt the impulse to see that clueless look on her face..
Her mouth was ajar, her eyes enthusiastic, expressive. There were no hints of any suspicion about the true nature of her Kor. She had no idea that he had released so many loads of cum to her untouched, innocent xmm body..
To bring the forbiddenness up a notch, I imagined those slightly open lips being slowly pushed apart by my hard, throbbing, wet cock head, my precum lubricating to help slide the rest of the shaft into her mouth.
Fuckk..
I know that one day, for the first time, someone’s excited, wet cock will enter her innocent mouth.. and she will have to learn how to suck and pleasure him. She would kneel down in her innocent bra and panties, at first unsure of how it would feel like to perform the most intimate and forbidden act with her mouth.. and within moments, she would be on her back moaning, legs wide apart, with him vigorously pumping his rock hard shaft into her once-virgin pussy.
Z would think that encounter to be the most embarrassing, forbidden and taboo thing she had ever done. But little did she know that her Kor and thousands of horny desperate bros had already released thousands upon thousands of loads to her naked teen body…
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All good things must come to an end.. again.
I watched longingly as she threw her oversized T-shirt on, hiding her xmm figure. I devoured the final frames of her teen sexyness, the last few glimpses of her sweet, bra-strapped torso. She put on the shirt with her back facing the cam, but for the last time, I could still see the tightness of her bra, and even a peek of one of the cups over her shoulder.. accentuating her xmm tits.
As she put the T-shirt on, I scoured through the footage, searching for the most valuable frames I could use for future collages. Even the hints of her curves are precious.. a great resource for my never ending series of collages. The comparison between her clothed figure in the bathroom and outside it - the candid snipes - will serve to bridge the two realities, the unbelievable surrealism of having recorded Z, and the Z I get to see with my own eyes..
Finally, she turned and faced the mirror, seemingly pleased to have completed her chore.
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