“It’s my eighteenth birthday party and if you don’t fuck me, I’ll cry! I’ll do it, Mr. Landry. I can feel the tears coming now,” Erica said, pouting and pretending to rub on fist under her eye.
“I think you have plenty of young men here to fuck you. Look at them, all lined up with their cocks ready,” he said.
“I don’t want their cocks! Not to be the first! I want yours! Mr. Landry… please! Please, fuck me hard.”
He pondered for a moment, then pulled his thick cock out.
“Fine, but the way I’m going to fuck you, you’ll still going to end up crying,” he said.
“Yay!”
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