Letting her continue

"Wouldn't it be awfully naughty for a married man older than my own father to touch me sexually?" Mikaela asked me, greenish-blue eyes wide as she seemed to finally notice the massive bulge in the front of my sweatpants. "Oh golly, you want to put that big black cock inside of my little white body, don't you? I don't want you to do something so naughty to me, but would it be so naughty if you just watched me touch myself instead?"

I watched in stunned disbelief as Mikaela lowers herself to the carpet and her hand dips below the hem of her plaid skirt. The little white cocktease pushes her pink panties aside so I can see her pink pussy with a little blonde thatch atop, and the teen gasps as she runs a finger down her slit and slides it smoothly into her vagina with a slight gasp.

Mikaela starts moaning, softly at first, but she quickly gets louder and louder. Her other hand grabs her breast and starts rubbing it vigorously, and it swiftly pops free of the confines of the vest so she can finger her nipple. The hand below her skirt moves up to her clitoris. She arches her back. She moans loudly now. Her hips thrust upwards against an imagined body, and then collapses.

Lying flat for a moment, Mikaela climbs back up to her feet, pale face flushed, her breath quick and ragged. "You're so ugly Mr Cox," the little blonde declares, glaring up at my face. "You've got those thick nigger lips." She pushes my upper lip for emphasis with her damp finger, sliding it into my mouth when I yield to her touch. The finger is salty and sour, the taste of sweet teenage pussy. Then she pulls it out and sucks it herself for a moment before freeing her blonde hair from its loose ponytail. "Uh oh, looks like we crossed the no-touching line, Mr Cox," Mikaela observed with faux regret. "What should we do next?"