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It is another boring party. I don’t even know why I bothered going. The usual preening prima donnas are there, the infuriating cliques with their adoring gaggle of followers and simpering hangers-on.And then I see you.You’re standing leaning against the wall. My eyes travel up your petite frame. Converse boots, over the knee black socks, little black skater skirt and a white tee shirt with a pink heart on it. The collar was new but other than that you look exactly the same as last time I’d seen you, almost a year earlier. You still have that cute little asymmetrical bob. Your big dark eyes stare up at me as I stand in front of you.“Hello Kitty,” I whisper.Your eyes widen as you recognise me.“I’m not allowed to talk to you.”I grin, looking around the room. I turn back to face you, my finger stroking your collar.“You were wearing otele gelen escort one of these the first time I took you too.” My tongue moistens my lips at the memory of you then, a schoolgirl pretending to be more grown-up than you were. “Don’t.” Your eyes flicker with something as your lips part and you whisper, pleadingly. “Does your Mistress think I’m a bad influence on you?” My lips brush your neck as I whisper the enquiry in your ear. The small silver stud glistens, reflecting the disco lights someone had set up on the fireplace.“Yessssssss!”The words escape your mouth as my fingers touch that sweet spot on your thigh between the top of your over-the-knee socks and the hem of your skirt.“I c-c-c-c-can’t” you stammer, eyes pleading as I gaze at you.“You balgat escort know I want you still,” I whisper. That much was true. I had wanted your then, the rush every time we fucked. Fast, raw illicit sex in your bedroom while your mother was at work and you was supposed to be in school. My fingers slip under your skirt, tracing the elastic of the damp cotton. I wonder if you have grown out of the ‘Hello Kitty’ panties you used to wear. I remember watching the wet patch spreading over the cartoon face as I snapped your legs open, running my tongue up your thigh as you squirmed, gasping, begging, pleading on your bed. Your collection of teddy bears strewn in the corner from when you had thrown them off the bed as we crashed into the room, tugging your tee shirt off.“Not elvankent escort here,” you beg and I smile, knowing your shaky defences have already crumbled.I drag my finger between your legs, feeling your heat and dampness as I watch your eyes glaze. Your mouth opens, little pants escaping your lips.I glance down at your chest. The swell of your boobs hardly making an impression but your nipples betray you. Your pink nipples were always so sensitive. I can feel my own panties getting damp as I recall how you would whimper and arch your back as my teeth grazed the hard pink flesh.“You won’t tell, will you?” you whisper, eyes darting from left to right, checking to make sure there isn’t one of her little kittens around to tell tales on you.“Of course not,” I reassure you. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”My finger slowly circles around your mound, pressing the cotton material against your sex. With a flick of my finger, I drag it up over your clit and bring my finger to my lips.You know I can taste you on my finger as you watch me. I push my middle finger into my mouth, sucking on it, savouring this first illicit taste.“You are so delicious,” I whisper. “Follow me.”
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