Sheryl looks scrumptious laying there on the lavender bushes, eyes wide, staring at you as she bites her lower lip again. Your hungry eyes rove over her body. Her dainty white bra is indeed a front-loader; that’ll make it easier for you to get at the mid-size brown titties. Letting your eyes continue to roam down her delicious body you notice that her flat, tender tummy is moving up and down rapidly as Sheryl breathes in short gasps. A few inches below her tummy, her thin, pink bikini panties barely conceal a dark mound between her brown legs. You notice her beautiful thighs shaking slightly from nervousness.
“Sheryl you look absolutely beautiful! Your boyfriend would love to see you like this,” you assure her with a false smile. The lecher inside you almost loses control as your rigid cock tries to push through your suit trousers. “Now I’ll show you what your boyfriend looks like.”
“Mr. Roberts? Uh…what are you doing? I don’t think you should do that,” Sheryl whispers haltingly as, to her amazement, you unbutton and toss your shirt aside revealing your well-tanned but middle-aged chest. As you drop your pants she gasps, “No, Mr. Roberts! I shouldn’t see that!” But her eyes do not look away. Indeed her face shows a mix of eager curiosity and wariness.
Your young Filipina prey stares in surprise at the solid protuberance pushing out from your black jockey shorts. You ask innocently, “How do you like your lesson so far, my lovely Sheryl?”
“I…I…don’t know…Mr. Roberts. I…I…think I should put my clothes back on, Mr. Roberts.” Sheryl, still staring at your protruding knob, looks quite alarmed.
“Don’t worry Sheryl. Like I said this is just a lesson to help you on your date next week. It is your first date after all and you do want it to succeed? Don’t you?” You lay it on a bit thick, playing on her young emotions and her worries about her upcoming first date. “Well, you do look a bit tense so let me help you back up.”
You extend your hand to Sheryl to help her to her feet. She meekly accepts and you pull her to her feet. You only laid her on the flowers so she would be covered in the smell of lavender. It happens to be your favourite perfume scent.
Instantly drawing her close so you can press her soft, young skin against your body, your arm goes around to her the small of her back and pulls her tighter against you so that your hard cock can press against her soft tummy. She looks up into your eyes and tries to push away. You let her draw back a foot or two so you can reach to her white bra and swiftly unsnap the single retaining clasp before she can react. The bra falls before she can stop it and her firm brown titties proudly stand out for you to ogle.
Sheryl tries to cover her naked young breasts protesting, “Let me go. I have to go. This isn’t right!” Strangely she makes no effort to run. She just looks timidly at you, her chin quivering as she once again bites on her lower lip.
You think to yourself, “She doth protest too much.” Quickly bending down, you grasp the top of her pink panties and whisk them down revealing her curly, black virgin mound. Delicious!
“MR. ROBERTS!!” she again protests as her hands try to cover both her naked cunt and her bare breasts; not very successfully. She still does not move, just stares nervously at you.
Letting your leer spread over your face as you drink in her naked, cinnamon colored virgin flesh, you slide your own jockeys off. Your proud, hard, thick manhood rudely points straight at your mouth-watering naked Filipina treat.
“MR. ROBERTS!” she cries out. Her body once again takes on a deep burgundy-brown hue as she blushes deeply while staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at your raging member. She pants as she encounters some trouble breathing. Her arms have fallen to her sides as she has forgotten to cover her naked treasures.
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