No, Rick, You promised you'd be a good boy. I'm an old fashioned gurl, No, be good Rick.
You weren't so old fashioned at Mr J's poker party the other night, were you? I just want a little more of that ass baby.
Don't talk to me like that Ricky, you make me sound like a dirty slut.
But that's what you really are isn't it? You crave that hard cock, don't you? You don't care if they're big or small, you just crave hard cocks. You seemed to like sucking all those dirty cocks at MR J's house. I saw you in the window the other night too, trying to tease me.
I wasn't trying to tease you Ricky, I wouldn't do that. You have a filthy mind and a filthy mouth.
And this filthy mouth is gonna taste you.
Rick put his mouth over Bobbi's and kissed hur deeply. Their tongues danced. Bobbi felt tingly all over as Rick's hands fondled hur small flat chested breasts through her clothes.
Oh Ricky, you're making me so hot.
Rick kissed his way down hur neck. He paused enjoying the view of hur dainty shoulders framed by the thin straps of hur dress. He could see the white of hur bra straps, they had a lacy edge on them. He remembered seeing hur in the window in hur bra and panties and it turned him on so much to have hur right here.
Rick slowly slid one dress strap, then the other off hur shoulders.
No Ricky, No, you're being bad, you....you promised to be a good boy.
Rick knew she wanted it. He peeled the top of hur dress down exposing hur bra covered tits. He paused again, enjoying the sight of hur small tits in their virginal white lacy bralette.
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