2T4U/Jack/Aaron Sissy/Attic/Force Panties/Shelf Skirt/Name Make-Out
She could definitely use a new name. "Aaron" just isn't cute enough anymore, but what should you call her now? I'll think of something. Although, what if I could get her to name herself? Rising to your self-imposed challenge you put on your most charming smile, reserved for dropping panties and spreading legs. Well, it has worked in the past, mostly. "Hey there, cutie pie. Just look at you in your cute little skirt. I bet all the boys want to get to know a cute thing like you. Does a pretty little girl like you have a pretty name to match?" You watch in amusement as her expression changes with each sentence. First beaming and blushing, then frowning and blushing, and then surprised and blushing. She looks away, nervously rocking her hips, mumbling something quietly. "What was that, pretty girl?"
"Ah . . . Aaron. My name is Aaron." Finally she speaks up though still in a whisper. So, she didn't mind being called a "girl", but why does she look like she's gonna cry? Aaron really is a fucking chick, man.
"Aaron? Really? That sounds like a dumb boy's name." She winces at that comment. "I'm sure a pretty little girl like you have a cuter name than that," you encourage, hoping she gets the hint this time. Which seems to be the case as she looks up at you with a questioning expression before looking away again, brow furrowing with plaintive concentration, hips rocks slowly. Patiently you wait, watching her decide her new name, but you don't have much patience left with this much unsatisfied lust roiling in your loins.
Just as you are about to assign her a name yourself she finally speaks up: "Ah . . . Ann . . . nah. Um, An-na. Anna! Anna. My . . . my name is Anna." About fucking time! I mean--
"Anna? That's a pretty name." She smiles, still not looking up but wiggling her hips all the more vigorously. Perfect! Now it's time to get mine. "So, Anna, do you know what happens when pretty little girl and a handsome, horny boy are all alone in an attic?" Her hips stop wriggling, her blush deepens, and she finally looks up at you, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear.
"Uh," she squeaks cutely, looking down at the floor. "Uhm, they, uh. They, ya-ya'know--sex and stuff," she trails off, bright red and swaying like jello in an earthquake.
You chuckle at her for her conclusion, and at yourself giving her that impression right away. "No, well, yes. Eventually. But before the fucking there's supposed to be kissing. Have you ever kissed a boy, pretty little Anna?" She sighs at your clarification, either in justification or relief, before shaking her head. Foregoing any further preamble you stride forward, drop to your knees in front of her, grab her hip with one hand, her head with the other, and give her a possessive smooch on her tiny lips.
She scrunches her eyes shut, letting your lips claim her own before attempting to clumsily return your affection. Whimpering as she places her hands on your chest, she steps closer before you can even pull her hips forward. Despite her wanton acceptance of your slobbering conquest, she keeps her lips tightly closed when you slide your tongue over them, denying you entrance. Not to be denied any further you move your hand from her hip to her tiny ass and give it a hard squeeze. With a moaning gasp she steps forward, pressing fully against you, your towel-covered cock now pressing into her stomach. Seizing the moment you slide your tongue into her now open mouth, earning another girlish gasp. Pulling her forward and giving her ass another grope, you slide your tongue over her own, seeing just how far you can back you can reach. When her next grope-induced moan turns into a gag as you lightly tickle her uvula, you back off with a satisfied chuckle, deciding to play with her tongue the way you're going to teach it to play with your cock.
Once your tongue starts caressing her own she stops trying to pull away, instead meeting your oral caresses with her own. You teach her how to wrestle with her mouth for few moments before teasing her tongue into your mouth. Sucking on her oral organ, she pushes her hips forward, trying to hump you as your clothed dick rubs against her stomach. Teasing her tongue for a few seconds more, you pull away, catching sight of her flushed face, eyes half-lidded in desire. Despite parting your lips her hips are still pressing into you, her legs straddling one of your own, her crotch with its little bulge grinding into your thigh, threatening to dislodge your towel. Yeah, she fucking wants it, you smirk.
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