Tiny Young Girl Fingering Herself

“Ah, I see. She guides my hands to her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath my touch as I cup them gently. Satan. “Are you sure?” she purrs, her fingers tapping on the armrest of her chair. “Sure,” I say, trying to sound casual. She hung on for as long as she could, but it’s a terrible disease. “But know this – the offer, and most importantly you, won’t last forever.”

She snaps her fingers again. “So, let’s get down to business,” she says, her voice husky and confident. I have an offer for you.”

“I’m not sure I would be interested,” I say. I exit the car into the well lit parking lot and walk to the door. At least it will be quick with me, a lot less suffering for me and them to be frank. Her movements are slow and sensual, her hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm that seems to draw me in. On the back of it, it just reads, “Ask for M.”