A long evening planned

Mr. Crassle reclines against the pillows on the bed, his body sweaty and tanned and covered in coarse gray hairs. He spreads his legs wide so you can kneel on the bed and finish licking up the last of his cum. He watches with a pleased smile.

"That's a good girl. That's good. You missed some right there."

You follow his pointing finger to a dollop of salty spunk on the edge of the blanket. You dart out your pink tongue and lap it up, looking into his eyes and swallowing it as you know he expects.

"Mmm, that's real nice. Come up here."

You slide up alongside him, pressing your naked teenage body against his side, allowing yourself to be wrapped up in one of his arms.

"Gorgeous," he says, admiring your body. "How old are you, doll? College?"

You shake your head and he raises an eyebrow.

"You're legal, right?"

"My 18th was last tuesday," you say.

His hand roughly squeezes one of your ass cheeks and he shakes with laughter.

"Ahhhahahah, you gave me a scare, doll. Well, no wonder you're so tight. Mmmm, bet you never been fucked by a real man. Have you?"

His hand holding your ass squeezes again and you say, "No."

"Mmmm, well you've been a good girl so far. Very obedient. I've got a lot more fun planned for the two of us. Are you gonna be a good girl? Gonna be a doll?"

"Yes, Mr. Crassle."

He laughs and smacks your ass.

"Alright then, baby. I'll give you one last choice before I take over. I'll let you decide where we have our fun. You wanna spend the night in here with me, out enjoying the party with me, or do you wanna leave with me and go for a drive?"

You bite your lower lip and consider your choice carefully. He chuckles at your expression and occupies himself with fondling your ass and breasts, roughly squeezing and pinching you. Before long his fingers are teasing against your tight pink asshole and your creamy cunny while he sucks and licks your nipples. You gasp at the sensation, finding it very difficult to concentrate.