Let Her

Your cocklette was rock hard under your skinny jeans, and you knew you couldnt pass up this opportunity. You say yes, and watch eagerly as Peyton got down on her knees, pulling your pants down as she went. Your peewee flopped out of them with a little bounce, missing her nose by a good 4 inches. Expectantly, you watched her black mascara painted eyes look down in shock at the micro member before them. Peytons black lips peeled back in a shocked smile, and she put her hands over her mouth in amusement.

Stammering, you began to ask what’s wrong. She looked up at you with an eyebrow raised, and you tried not to look down into her massive cleavage.

“Oh, nothing anon. I just thought you were a girl.” She put her chin in her hands, looking closer at your little member. “Im still not sure you aren’t.” She looks up, pinching her fingers together. “Because it’s so small of course.”

Your heart in your shoes, you begin to pull your pants back up, mumbling an apology. She stops you, giving a dirty grin. “I didn’t say we were done. You’ve been such a good boy for me. You deserve a reward.”

Peyton leaned forward and to your shock gave the tip of your cock a little kiss. Then, guiding you towards the toilet bowl, she wrapped two fingers around you cock and began to give you slow strokes.

“One mississippi. Two mississippi. Three mississippi, four…” You spurted a weak little load into the toilet before she could finish, your little cock shriveling back into you body after you finished. “Awww… youre a little quickshot!”

Peyton swabbed a glob of cum from the tip of your dick with her finger and rubbed it on her tongue. Then with her other hand she grabbed your jaw, pulling you in for a wet kiss. You tasted your own cum in her mouth as her tongue licked your own, and as she pulled away your cock twitched and leaked out another load into the bowl.

Finally she pulled away. “Get dressed. We’re going shopping mkay?”