Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
There’s a place just out of town where all the locals get together. Just an open field in the middle of nowhere. Everyone parks in a giant circle, and they turn on their K.C. lights. Someone blasts their stereo, and we escape from life under the stars. Every weekend, it’s the same ol’ faces. Small towns are like that. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone’s dated everyone else. Except for tonight, there’s a boy in the circle I’ve never seen before.
Some stupid girl brought a new plaything, not realizing I’d set my sights on him. Silly girl didn’t even consider he’d be stolen by a BBW teen. I felt his eyes on my curves while I danced on the back of someone’s tailgate. Every sway of my hips and bounce of my tits, he was watching. I waited till she wandered off into the field with her friends for a bathroom break and curled my finger to call him over.
Stolen By BBW Teen
He couldn’t help himself. Like a moth to a flame, he beckoned my call. His long arms reached up, and he helped me out of the bed of the truck. My tits slide down his chest, and I swear I heard him moan. Then, my lips grazed his ear, and I whispered, “Let’s get out of here?” My fingers slid around his, and I pulled him towards my car.
I’d parked in the back, hidden from the bright lights of the party, and we climbed into the backseat. I straddled his lap, and his hands gripped my ass tight. He pulled me against him, and I felt how hard his cock was. The girl who brought him was a tiny little thing. No tits, no ass. It was easy to tell he needed more.
I wish I could see her face when she wandered back to the crowd and realized her boy toy had been stolen and put to better use.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410