I Raised a Tramp

An excerpt from I Raised a Tramp

I watched her from a distance. She was talking to the man with an animated air. Juna played him well, touching him, laughing when he laughed. It wouldn't take long to charm this guy.

It didn't.

"Gosh, I wish I had a ride home," she would have said.

"Well, I have a car," he surely replied. "Let me take you home."

"Ooh, could you?" she would have cooed. My pretty little tramp.

Later, in the car, she tell him she didn't have to go home right away. Then he would suggest stopping by his place. They'd agree it would be for some innocent purpose—borrowing a novel, looking over his collection of Asian art.

They stood beside his car now. My heart was beating heavily. My dick was getting hard. My little trollop was about to give this guy the fuck of his life, thanks to me. I stroked my aching prick in my pants.

Juna got in and flashed a look my way as the guy went around to the driver's side. She blew me a kiss. "Give it to him good, honey, for Daddy," I muttered, whipping my cock out.

As they pulled away, I started jacking off hot and heavy. That tight little teen cunt of hers was going to be filled with his dick tonight. But then she'd come back to me and tell me all about it. My balls were practically bursting.

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