Over the arm of the couch

Steven didn’t bother to command the girl. He grabbed her hair more tightly and pulled her off his cock. A strand of spittle followed her lips off his cock. He practically dragged the girl to his couch and threw her over the arm. Chloe grunted as she landed on her stomach. Steven swiftly pulled her shorts down, exposing her panties. He’d hoped they’d be more exciting than the cotton boyshorts he revealed.

“Chloe, from now on you want to wear thongs at all times.”

“Yes master, I’m sorry about my current underwear.”

“That’s alright.” Steven caressed her pert ass, enjoying the view nonetheless. “But from now on you’ll always want to be sexy and ready to be fucked.”

“Yes master.”

Steven pulled her panties down, unwrapping her pussy. The first thing he noticed was her downy pubic hair. It was light, but he was surprised she kept it natural. He slid his fingers down her slit. She wasn’t ready for him yet, but he found her clit and began rubbing her little button. A moan escaped her lips as he stimulated her. The part of her that was still **** melted into his hand. A thought crossed his mind.

“Chloe, you can’t cum without penetration. You need a man to fuck you to cum.”

“Oooh, oh yes sir.”

The teen had closed her eyes and given herself over to the pleasure Steven was bringing her. His cock was rock hard at this point and ready to dip into her wetness. He positioned himself at her entrance and pressed forward.

She wasn’t a virgin but she might as well have been. Her pussy was tight around his cock, hugging every inch as he entered her slowly. The girl moaned as he pressed deeper and deeper. When he finally bottomed out against her cervix, there was still an inch left to go. As he began the backstroke, Chloe’s hips followed him. She was **** to keep his cock inside her. Slowly, he began fucking her, thrusting in and out deliberately to savor every second inside her teen pussy.

“Chloe, are you on birth control?”