Teen mistress
She wouldn’t meet my eyes as she knelt there on the floor at the foot of
the low couch, naked. Her hair was short, body finely shaped, breasts
small but beautifully round. The nipples seemed to stand far out.
I couldn’t quite remember how I had gotten there but I was dressed only
in a pair of tight running shorts and the view of the submissive maiden
was already starting to make quite a bulge.
Without saying a word or meeting my glance head-on, she motioned me to
stand in front of her, facing her, the couch behind me. She pulled
down my shorts and gently caressed my feet as I stepped out of them. (more…)