But instead of frightening her my kissing and shoving up against her it only made her small brown hands work faster on my crotch. I was beginning to tremble with anxiety, and a strange kind of lust. Betty had made me hard with her hand massage through my pants and I was more excited than I’d ever been in my life before.
When she fumbled with my jeans-fly I thought I was going to die of a heart attack. When she pushed her hand into my pants and I felt the skin of her hand against the skin of my dick I came in gushes all over her hand. I just groaned and shivered and pumped my come out all over my underwear and her hand.
As I was still pumping my come out I looked into Betty’s upturned face and saw the triumph in her eyes. She had this shit eating grin in her face like ‘I knew you’d come for me. I knew you couldn’t fuck me you wimp.








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