Lbdabb/Tina/Tina's room/Quiet

Louise turned the knob quietly, then edged the door open. Inside was Tina's room as she knew it; pink with pictures of shirtless young men and, oddly enough, horses plastered on the walls. All girly crap that made Louise want to gag. Thankfully the room was dim, as Tina had no window in her room and her lamp was off.

"Mmm, yes Jairo, just like that. I like the way you ginga. Ginga harder."

Tina was sprawled on her bed, the purple-pink oversized shirt she slept in bunched up over her waist, revealing her midriff. She was facing upwards, back arched, and her toes curled. Her grey sweatpants were bunched up around her ankles along with her panties. Evidently Tina couldn't bother to remove them fully as she decided to take the express train to orgasm-town this morning.

"Now you, Jimmy Pesto," she said through gritted teeth, "take off your pants. Slowly. Then let Jairo pick you up."

Tina had her eyes closed as she narrated her own fantasies out loud, making Louise's job of sneaking around easier. Not that it mattered, as Tina didn't even have her glasses on. That made things a lot easier.

Louise pressed herself against the wall quietly, watching as Tina rubbed herself. The older Belcher was thirteen and in the prime of puberty. Beneath her purple top were the bounciest, perkiest breasts this side of Wagstaff school. Sure they may not have been as shapely as Tammy or as big as Jocelyn's, but they were a nice middle ground of teenaged tits; the right balance of size and roundness.

But Tina Belcher was more than a pair of breasts. Louise had a perfect view to watch as Tina slid her middle fingers in and out of that wet, sloppy slit. The wet and sloppy sound was deafening this close, as opposed to through their bedroom walls. Louise could also get a good picture of Tina's most intimate area here. Her pussy was a deep pink color, no doubt reddened from her arousal and manual stimulation. Her outer labia was small, framing her slit on either side, and glistening with a frothy wetness. Above, her clitoral hood stood erect and throbbing, where Tina rubbed at it in little circles with her thumb. The tangle of dark, black pubic hair above that was wispy and matted. Louise noticed as tendrils of sticky grool formed between Tina's hand and her pussy.

"Just a little faster, Jairo!" she moaned, nearly breathless now. She was close, Her fingers were a blur as she came closer to the point of no return.

"Hmm," Louise wondered, "should I come in now, and hold her orgasm hostage? Or wait for her to finish, and hope that the post-orgasm Tina would be more willing to help me?"

• Stop Tina from finishing. She will be more useful when horny.
• Let Tina cum. She is easier to deal with when satisfied.