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After Volleyball | kmwnname | 5

 

Stacie has found herself in a quandary. She needs to get home and she has no idea where she’s going to get another lift from. She has no money on her and if she got out of the car here then she would be stranded by herself in the dodgy part of town. She turns to look at Tom, who is staring at her wet t-shirt, admiring how it accentuates her breasts. “Shit,” Stacie thought. “This old pervert seem to be my only option.”

“Ugh, what do you want me to do?” Stacie asks, aggravated that she’s gotten herself into this situation. Tom is ecstatic, this was quickly turning into the best night of his life. He has this young hottie completely at his mercy. For Tom, it’s like his wildest porno fantasy has come to life.

“Well first off girlie, take off that shirt so I can see your titties.” Tom says. Stacie reluctantly follows the order and lifts off the wet t-shirt exposing her breasts to the older man. “Oh yeah, you’ve got a damn fine set of titties on you.” Tom says lustfully. Stacie isn’t sure if she should feel complimented or creeped out by his comment. Tom gets his mobile phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of the hot volleyball captain for posterity.

“You’ve seen my boobs now. Is that it? Can we just go?” Stacie asks angrily, as pissed off with herself as she was with Tom. How had she let herself get into this situation? Why didn’t she just get out when Tom started feeling her up? She felt so dirty, sitting in a stranger’s car topless and being leered at. But why was it making her feel the same excitement she had felt in the shower earlier? Her nipples had gone hard, and she knew that it wasn’t just from the cold.

 

Is that the end of Stacie's payment? Or does she still owe Tom more?

 
 
 

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