You want to get your naughty little butt fucked

You gently bite the tip of Mr. Goreman's thumb and run your tongue across the hard curve of the nail. You give it a parting kiss and say, "I know exactly what I want from you."

Mr. Goreman's wrinkly old face is lit up by his huge smile. "Oh, what's that, dear? What do you want from me?"

You turn around, showing him your back again. You slowly lean forward, pushing your little butt out towards him. This time, rather than resting on your elbows, you reach both hands behind your back and grab your ass, spreading your cheeks as you fall with your face and soft tits against the rumpled bedspread. Your crack is pried open and exposed to the old man's gaze and you intentionally clench your little pink rosebud so that he can see the wrinkle tighten.

"I want you to fuck my little ass, Mr. Goreman," you moan and look at him over your shoulder and over your upthrust butt.

"Oh, dear, it's so gorgeous," he steps forward and lays his hands on your ass. His fingers brush yours as he grunts and lowers his face to your ass. A moment later you feel his tongue in your crack, slathering your teenage shithole in his spit, thrusting against your clenched cornhole until you relax and let his tongue slither into your tight back passage.

"Oh, Mr. Goreman," you cry, pushing back against his tongue, "lube up my ass and fuck me."

His tongue burns searing circuits around the tight ring of your hole, dipping into your ass and then pulling back out and teasing up your crack and back down again. Mr. Goreman's breath is hot on your cheeks and thighs. He stands up and drags out his petrified fuckstick. You feel it line up on your asshole. It feels huge!

"Ahh!" you yelp in pain as he tries to push it in.

Mr. Goreman quickly steps back and drops his face to your ass again, tongue your shithole and this time spitting heavily on it and opening you up with a finger. Once your ready he stands up and tries again, this time slowly forcing the fat head of his dick into your spit-lubed ass. You release your cheeks and move a hand under your body to begin frigging your clit as he slides every fat inch of his dick slowly up your shithole. His big dick stretches your little pink sphinc until he's root-deep in you and his wirey hairs are tickling your crack.

"That's one tight fanny you've got, sweetheart," Mr. Goreman groans. "Let me know if it hurts."

It hurts a little but you're not taking it easy. "Fuck my ass," you moan, fingers diddling the hard button of your clitty. Mr. Goreman begins very slowly, fucking in and out of you, his dick making a lubed "shlup" sound as it pistons into your hot hole. Soon enough you cum just from the feel of the invasion and your fingers on your clit. You lift your head and scream with pleasure. Mr. Goreman takes it as a sign of eagerness and begins pounding his dick into your ass with increasing ****.

"Oh, yeah," you cry, "fuck it, Mr. G! Fuck my little ass!"

You waggle your ass from side to side and work your hips on him, inviting each inch into your eager ass. His thighs slap against your firm ass and his breathing becomes very heavy. You can feel his fat dick swelling up inside you.

"Are you going to spunk, Mr. Goreman?" you ask, looking back at his red, sweaty face as he slams his dick into you.

"I'm very close now, Joy," he gasps. "Shall I unload inside you?"