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A Sexy Day in Suburbia | Jeriah | 6

 

"Oh, my favorites!" you exclaim as you take a closer look into the box he's holding up before your face.

You're faking the excitement as you completely "forget" about keeping your other hand hidden behind your back and swiftly reach out to pick one of the delicate pieces.

The sliding motion down the backside of your leg and the thump of something hiiting the floor makes both you and your host immediately glance downwards. Mr. Wood's eyes grow wider as the bottom of the still-rolled up porno magazine peeks out of one leg of your pajama bottoms.

"Oh...?!" You let out a startled little gasp, again faking an overreaction as you start fumbling with your full hands while trying to reach down and cover up your odd theft. You manage to drop the box of chocolate to the floor in your haste and spill almost the entire glass of water all over your chest.

"Oh, no!" you cry.

Poor Mr. Wood can meanwhile just stand back and stare, completely dumbstruck as you get down on all fours and try to gather all the precious pieces of candy while at the same time doing your best to shuffle the porno mag back inside your pajamas, instead only purposedly serving to spill it out onto the floor in all its hardcore magnificence.

"Oh, crap!" you keep cursing to yourself while managing to squish a few of the chocolate bits under your palms, finally looking up at your stunned host with the most beaten little look on your pretty face as you attempt to formulate an apology.

"I... I'm really sorry, Mr. Wood! I didn't mean it to end like this! I just couldn't keep from taking it with me, so I could read it later...! I swear I was going to give it back later...!"

"R... read it...?" He stutters faintly, his eyes looking like they're about to pop out of their sockets at any moment now as they keep staring at the scene in front of him.

Glancing down at yourself you can pretty much understand why, as the centrefold of the magazine lies wide open by your side and picturing the cum-smeared face and tits of a young blonde, almost the same age as yourself, while your own little tanktop and pajama has become nearly see-through due to the water covering your chest.

Knowing full well that you look almost as much of a mess as the girl on the picture, except for the smile on her face and the cum being replaced with sweat, water and chocolate, you finally can't hold back from laughing out loud any more. Trying your best to make it sound a sheepish but natural reaction to the mess you've created, you still obviously manage to startle the poor man in front of you as he gives you another wild-eyed stare and almost look like he's about to flee the room.

"Just a fine mess I've made, isn't it?!" you keep chuckling, shaking your head while sitting back on your knees and again looking yourself over.

Then you pretend to realize what you've just said, again managing quite a convincing blush as you glance down at the magazine. "Well, yeah... I mean... It's not much to read, I guess... But, I've never checked a magazine like that before, you know...?"

"N... no, I guess not...?" He stutters while desperately fighting to regain his senses, wetting his lips over and over again as he just can't keep from staring back and forth between the splayed open magazine and the rather revealing top of your tanktop. You don't need to check it yourself to know that your erect little nipples can be clearly seen poking out through the thin and water-stained material. Almost as clearly defined as the quite impressive tent that's formed in the front of Mr. Wood's pants...

"Oh, I feel so stupid, Mr. Wood...!" You tell him with your most girlish and hopeless little voice while trying to meet his roaming eyes. "I'm such a bad girl! How could I ever make it up to you for all of this mess...?!"

"Uh... W... w... well..." He just keep mumbling, his face turning even redder by the moment as there's no doubt to what sort of images keep running before his eyes at my words. "There's n... no need to w... worry, Joy..."

"But I feel so awful!" You tell him with pleading eyes as you hastilly reach out and grab at his shorts, making him look nearly about to jump right out of them in shock as you're all of a sudden getting so intimate with him. Not willing to let him go so easilly you quickly shuffle even closer, at the same time tugging at the rather loose fitting garment and "accidently" pulling them off of his hips. With only a pair of boxers and barely a few inches of free air separating you from his crotch, you finally decide to "become aware" of his massive erection.
"Oh...?! Ohmygod, Mr. Wood...?!"

"I... I... I'm s... sorry, Joy...!" He immediately keep stuttering, his face shifting from red to pale and then straight back again as you keep oogling the bulge in his trousers. Making a fumbling attempt to pull his shorts back up again, finding them teasingly pulled further down and just out of his reach, his growing desperation only makes his situation even worse as he instead end up mashing his groin right up into your face.

A sudden silence fills the room as you both just stop dead in your tracks and stare back at each other, his own eyes growing even wider in shock and embarrassment while you meet them with only one of your own, the other remaining covered by the tent of his fat shaft as it throbs through his pair of boxers against your cheek and forehead...

 

Now, how to react to this...?


          Keep playing with Mr. Wood...

 
 
 

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