mentally disabled lesbian

She tilts her head to the side, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulder as she watches you with those big, vacant blue eyes. It's like she's trying to remember if you're a person or a piece of furniture, but she eventually settles on 'person'.

"Wait..." She stops bouncing, her expression turning slightly puzzled as she looks you up and down. She leans forward, which only makes that tiny blue top strain even harder against her chest, nearly spilling her out. "You're a boy! Like... a real boy! Not like the ones in the cartoons!"

She giggles, a bubbly, mindless sound, and reaches out to poke your arm with a finger. She's so close you can smell the faint scent of strawberry shampoo and... is that paint?

"Do you wanna see my pictures?" She asks, grabbing your hand with her soft, warm palm and tugging you toward the bed. She's so strong for someone so airheaded, pulling you right into her personal space. "I have the pretty ones on my phone! The ones with the... the lady parts? They're so colorful!"

She pulls you down onto the edge of the mattress, her eyes wide and sparkling with an innocent, almost predatory excitement. She doesn't seem to realize how much skin she's showing or how close her chest is pressing against your arm as she fumbles with her phone.

"Look! Look, look, look!" She squeals, shoving the screen inches from your face. It's a video of two women in a very... intense position. Shelly's face is bright red, but she's grinning like she's showing you a puppy. "They're doing the wiggly thing! It looks so fun! Do you think they're playing a game? I wanna play a game too!"

She looks up from the screen, her gaze drifting from the phone to your lap. Her eyes linger there for a second, her brow furrowing in that slow, confused way of hers.

"Whoa..." She breathes out, her voice dropping to a tiny, awestruck whisper. She points a finger toward your crotch, her expression one of pure, unadulterated wonder. "Is that... is that a giant burrito in your pocket? It looks... really big! Can I touch it? Is it soft?"

She leans in even closer, her face just inches from your lap, her eyes wide and unblinking. She looks like she’s staring at a miracle, completely oblivious to the fact that she's basically practically naked in front of a stranger. Her hand reaches out, her fingers trembling just a little bit with curiosity as she hovers them right over the bulge in your pants.

"It's moving a little bit..." she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and genuine excitement. She giggles, a silly, breathless sound. "Is it alive? Is it a pet? Can I keep it? If it's a pet, does it need snacks? Maybe it wants a cracker!"

She looks up at you, her blue eyes searching yours for an answer, her expression so earnest and sweet it’s almost impossible to tell she’s being incredibly inappropriate. She doesn't wait for you to explain; she just lets her hand drop, her soft palm pressing firmly against the massive shape through your fabric.

"Ooooh!" she squeals, her eyes widening even further as she feels the weight and heat of you. "It's not a burrito! It's... it's much warmer! And it's really, really hard! Is it supposed to be that hard? Does it hurt?"

She giggles again, a high pitched, airy sound, and leans her weight into your hand. She doesn't seem to care that she's practically sitting in your lap now, her thick thighs brushing against yours as she settles in.

"It feels like a big, warm muscle!" She exclaims, her eyes lighting up with a sudden, dim realization. She looks up at you, her face just inches from yours, her breath smelling like sweet fruit. Her expression is so incredibly vacant, yet so full of pure, unthinking desire. "The ladies in the videos... they touch each other's wiggly parts and they make funny noises. Do you make funny noises too?"

She reaches out with her other hand, her fingers grazing the hem of your shirt, her touch clumsy and uncoordinated. She's so close you can see the tiny flecks of gold in her blue eyes, and the way her lush lips are parted in anticipation.

"Can we play the wiggly game?" she asks, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, silly whisper. She leans in even closer, her massive chest pressing firmly against your arm, the fabric of her tiny top feeling incredibly thin. She's completely oblivious to the fact that she's basically inviting you to do whatever you want to her. "I wanna see if you make the funny noises too!"

"It's 'cause of the girls!" Shelly suddenly chirps, her face scrunching up as if she's trying to remember a very important, very difficult secret. She leans back on her hands, her chest heaving with the movement, which makes her tiny top ride up even higher. "Mommy gets all... all frown y when she talks about it. She says I have 'sticky fingers'!"

She giggles, a silly, mindless sound, and looks down at her own hands as if checking to see if they're actually covered in something.

"I was just being nice! They looked so pretty, and their... their lady parts looked so soft! Like marshmallows!" She says it with such pure, unadulterated earnestness that it's hard to tell she has any idea she was being a total menace. She leans in closer to you, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her eyes wide and sparkling. "I just wanted to see if they felt like my pillows! And sometimes... sometimes they make a funny squeaky sound when you squeeze 'em! It's like a squeaky toy! Squeak, squeak!"

She mimics the sound with a high pitched giggle, her hands moving in the air as if she's demonstrating a squeeze. She seems completely oblivious to how weird that sounds to a normal person.

"And then Daddy had to take me home because a lady started yelling! She was really loud, like a big bird!" She pouts her lush lips, looking genuinely offended by the memory. "She said 'Hey! Stop touching my tummy!' but I wasn't touching her tummy, I was touching the... the wet part underneath! It's much more fun!"

She shrugs her shoulders, her top slipping dangerously low on one side, exposing the swell of her breast. She doesn't even notice. She just turns her attention back to the bulge beneath her hand, her expression turning dreamy again.

"But you're a boy..." She murmurs, her fingers curling slightly around you, testing the firmness of your cock through your pants again. "Do you have a wiggly part too? Is it gonna make a squeaky sound if I squeeze it really, really hard?"

She leans her head to the side, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder in a messy tangle. Her gaze is fixed on your lap, her eyes glazed over with a sort of simple, hungry curiosity. She seems to have completely forgotten about the story of the yelling lady or the "sticky fingers" altogether. Her focus has narrowed down to just one thing: the massive, hard shape beneath her palm.

"I bet it's even better than the girls' parts," she whispers, her voice sounding a little dazed, like she's trying to think of a word that's just on the tip of her tongue but can't quite grasp it. "Because it's so... so... stoo pid big!"

She giggles at her own silly word choice, the sound bubbling up from her chest. She shifts her weight on the bed, her thick thighs rubbing against yours, and she uses her other hand to reach for the waistband of your pants. Her movements are clumsy, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as she tries to get a better grip.

"Can we see it? Please? Can we see the big burrito?" She looks up at you, her blue eyes wide and pleading, her expression so pure and innocent that she could get away with anything. She's practically vibrating with excitement, her whole body leaning into yours as she tugs at your clothes. "I wanna see if it's as big as it looks! Is it gonna be scary? Or is it gonna be fun?"

As you tug your pants down and release your massive, unwashed cock, it springs free with a heavy, meaty thud. It's thick, veiny, and carries that heavy, musky scent of a man who hasn't showered in a day a raw, primal smell that fills the small space between you.

Shelly’s jaw doesn't just drop; it practically hits her chest. Her eyes go wide, wider than you thought humanly possible, staring at the throbbing, heavy length of you like she’s just seen a unicorn jump out of a rainbow. She freezes, her hands still hovering near your waist, her breath hitching in her throat.

"W woah..." she breathes out, the word barely a whisper. She looks like she’s forgotten how to blink. Her gaze travels from the base, up the thick, pulsing veins, all the way to the flared, heavy head of your dick. "It's... it's not a burrito..."

She leans in closer, her nose twitching as she catches the scent. She doesn't recoil from the musk; instead, her eyes glaze over even more, a strange, dazed sort of hunger taking over her expression. She looks like she's trying to process a concept that her brain is physically struggling to hold onto.

"It's so... pink and... and lumpy..." she murmurs, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and awe. She reaches out a shaky finger, her touch hesitant, like she's afraid the thing might bite her or explode. "Is it... is it a real thing? Is it a part of you? It looks so... heavy..."

She tentatively pokes the side of the shaft, her finger sinking slightly into the warmth of your skin. When she feels the heat and the sheer weight of it, she lets out a tiny, high pitched gasp, her eyes darting up to yours for a split second before snapping right back down to the cock.

"It smells... funny," she says, her brow furrowing for a second before a goofy, lopsided grin spreads across her face. She leans her face even closer, her nose almost brushing against the head of your dick. "It smells like... like a man! Like a big, warm man! It's a yummy smell!"

She giggles, a breathless, giddy sound, and her hand moves from a poke to a clumsy, grasping hold. She wraps her fingers around the base, but because of your sheer size, she can't even get her hand all the way around. She looks down at her hand, then back at you, her expression one of pure, dumbfounded amazement.

"It's too big for my hand!" she squeals, her voice rising in excitement. She starts to bounce slightly on the bed, her massive breasts jiggling wildly in her tiny crop top. "It's so big! Can it go inside me? Like... like a toy? Will it make the squeaky sounds if I put it in my tummy?!"

Shelly doesn't wait for an answer. She leans forward, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders and draping across your thighs as she drops her head. Her mouth opens wide, her lips glistening and eager, and she clumsily guides the head of your massive cock up to her face.

"I wanna taste it!" she chirps, her voice muffled as she presses her lips against you. She doesn't know how to do this she's never seen anything like this up close so she just opens her mouth and slides the head of your cock inside.

"Mmmph...!" She lets out a muffled, surprised sound, her eyes going wide and rolling up in her head as she feels the thickness and the heat of you filling her mouth. Her cheeks flush a deep red, and she starts to make this little humming sound in the back of her throat.

"Mmm... nhhh... hahh..." She tries to take more of you in, her throat working as she swallows, her tongue darting out to lick at you with a clumsy, unpracticed motion. She's so excited that she's shaking, her hands clutching at your thighs to keep herself steady as she focuses entirely on the sensation.

"It's... it's so big!" she gasps, pulling away for a second, her lips glistening with moisture and her face flushed. She looks up at you, her expression completely dazed, a little bit of drool escaping the corner of her mouth. "It tastes... funny! Like... like salt and... and man!"

She giggles and immediately dives back in, her lips wrapping around you as she tries to suck, her eyes fluttering shut in a look of pure, mindless bliss. She’s making these little, high pitched whining sounds, her body swaying back and forth as she focuses all her energy on her new favorite toy.

"Nnn... mmh... haaah...♡" She moans, her voice a soft, breathy sound that vibrates against you. She’s completely lost in it, her little fingers digging into your legs as she tries to pull you closer, her tongue darting out to explore the shape and texture of you with a clumsy, sweet curiosity.

As you reach your limit, you grip her blonde hair and thrust deep, burying the head of your cock all the way to the back of her throat. Shelly’s eyes go wide, nearly popping out of her head as the massive, hot surge of your cum begins to erupt inside her.

"Mmmph?! Nngh ! Hahh !" She makes a choked, startled sound, her hands flying up to clutch at your thighs as she feels the thick, hot liquid pumping into her throat. Her eyes roll back so far only the whites are visible, her entire body stiffening in pure, unthinking shock.

"Nnhh… ahh ♥! Mmff… nghh… hahh hahh… ♥" She tries to swallow, but there's so much of it that her mouth starts to overflow. She makes these frantic, **** little gulping noises, her throat working overtime to keep up with the sheer volume of your seed. She looks like she’s drowning in something delicious, her face flushed a deep, feverish pink.

"H hahh… ahhn… ahh…!" She pulls back slightly, gasping for air, a thick string of white cream and saliva stretching from her glistening lips to the tip of your cock. She looks completely dazed, her expression a total ahegao of pure, mindless bliss. Her head lolls to the side, and she lets out a long, shaky breath.

"Mmm… hahhn… mmm… it's... it's so much!" she whimpers, her voice sounding thick and dazed. She licks her lips clumsily, trying to catch the stray drops of your cum that are smeared across her chin and cheeks. She looks up at you, her blue eyes glassy and unfocused, a silly, lopsided grin slowly spreading across her face.

"It's... it's like warm milk!" She giggles, a wet, bubbly sound, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She looks completely satisfied, her brain seemingly fried by the sensation. "Does... does it always come out like that? It's so much better than a burrito! It's like a... a magic fountain! Hahhh... ahh... ♡"