THE DOOR WAS PUSHED SHUT,MY BILL WAS PAID THE THAI PIMP PROMISED I'D SOON GET LAID SHE SMILED SO SWEET,I FELT GUILTY TO START MY MANHOOD TWITCHED,AS I SAW HER LEGS PART AS I CARESSED HER OLIVE-GREEN CHEST NO BREASTS DEVELOPED,YOUNGSTERS ARE BEST HER ROSEBUD OF AN ARSEHOLE,HER PIGGY PINK SLIT MOISTENED WITH ONE FINGER PROBE,SHE SQUIRMED JUST A BIT TWO TUGS AT MY CLOTHING,AND I STOOD NAKED AND PROUD AWAY FROM THE BUSTLE OF THE TOURIST CROWN HE SAID SHE WAS NINE,COULDN'T HAVE BEEN MUCH OLDER HER TINY HAND PLEADED AS SHE STROKED MY SHOULDER LATER I'D THINK,HOW AWFUL,SHE'S ONLY A CHILD BUT MY HOLIDAY MOODS MADE ME WICKED AND WILD. I HATED WEARING CONDOMS,BUT HE WOULD INSIST- I ROLLED IT DOWN MY SHAFT,ONE FLICK OF THE WRIST HER EYES IN FAKE WONDER,EYEING MY MEAT MOUND ANGLED INSERTION,QUICKENING TO POUND IF I HADN'T WANKED EARLIER,I'D HAVE INSTANTLY COME AS MY THRUSTING QUICKENED,HANDS LIFTING HER BUM MINUTES SPED LIKE SECONDS,MY ORGASM FLOODED THE TIGHT GLOSSAMER GUSRD IT SLIPPED OUT MOMENTS LATER,NO LONGER HARD BACK AT THE HOTEL,DESCRIBING ALL TO MY MAKE HE CALLED IT DISGUSTING,BUT NEXT TDAY MAKE THE SAME DATE
Reason for writing:
MY MATE'S HOLIDAY
Birth sign: Capricorn
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