McKayla meets with you again

"McKayla, come in in," you tell McKayla as you see her walking into your lobby a few days later in a loose-fitting t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants as she makes herself at home on your couch.

"I know, I know...I probably look like hell," she tell you as she sits down, beginning to apologize for what she is wearing.

"You don't either, McKayla," you tell her as you stare at her up and down, her tight teen body filling out her clothes in all the right places, "in fact, if you don't mind me saying, you look quite fuckable."

"I bet you want to fuck me again John..." she tease you, her hands on her hips as she looks at you and smiles, "anyway, I just came from a yoga class, so that's why I'm dressed like this. I should take you with me sometime."

"Why do you girls like that so much, anyway?" you tease her, kissing her on the lips as you lay her down on your couch, your hands going inside her sweats and rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"UH...it's a good workout for us gymnasts..." she moans, closing her eyes and allowing you to straddle her as you pulled her sweats down and slid her panties away.

"Why don't I give you a different kind of workout McKayla?" you ask her as she makes out with you on your couch and pulls at your clothes, your dick lining up with her tight, young pussy as you slide it into her.

"OHGOD...keep going...fuck...me...again...John..." she moans as you start thrusting away inside of her, the door to your office still open as you start to fuck your youngest client right there in your office, the thrill of being caught a turn-on for both of you.