You can’t fuck me, but you can lick my cream pie!
Don’t think I haven’t noticed you checking me out every single day. It’s hard to miss. You always just happen to be outside when I’m jogging past in my little sports bra and short black and pink running shorts. The thing is, you don’t strike me like a real man. Of course, by real man, I mean a man with a big dick. I am a total size queen and I don’t do little dicks. You don’t have that confidence, you’re so meek and self-conscious. To me, that screams little dick. Little dick boys are only good for cleaning up my cream pie.
You constantly try to get my attention. I can tell by the way you practically drool in my presence that you would do just about anything wouldn’t you? You yearn for a little taste of my perfection. You know that you don’t have a chance in hell with me so you have to try your best to make yourself useful in some way. Luckily for you, there’s no shortage of real men ready to pound my tight teen cunt.
That of course means that I often have a cream pie just waiting to be cleaned up. Do you think you have what it takes to be a good little cream pie licker for me? If I decide to give you the privilege of joining my clean-up crew you have to do a very thorough job. I just got my tight teen pussy worked over by a big juicy cock and I’m so full of cum that it’s overflowing.
Come and climb between my thighs and take a taste of my freshly shot cream pie. Doesn’t it taste delicious? My sweet cunny juices mixed in with that sticky load of cum just dripping out of my freshly fucked cunt. Get to work, and don’t you dare stop until you’ve licked out every last drop of that cum!
