You lean closer over Nancy as your hips continue to rock; grinding down against her ass. Her mouth is hanging open and you can just barely hear soft gasps as her breath quickens. You can only see the side of her face, but from what you can tell, she seems to really be enjoying the show. This only makes you grind yourself harder against the teen sleuth.
You glance up at Mr Kamp and company as he starts growling louder. He yanks and pulls at her hair and tiny body; looking like he's about to break her in two, but she just keeps moaning for more.
Emma's hips push back on the assailing cock violently; her whole body shaking and bouncing as she eagerly takes the older man's cock. Her modest tits swing and shake wildly as she is thrown forward each time.
You suddenly feel movement beneath you. Nancy's breath is much heavier now and she has her arms on either side of her; her fingers clawing at the grass as she starts rocking her hips under you. Each move she makes feels so good; making her perky ass grind right back against your hard cock through your pants.
You want to just yank her skirt up, pull out your cock and slam it right up her ass. But you're drawn back to the scene in front of you by the girl's moaning.
"Oh fuckk! Cum all over my face, Daddy!" Emma moans back at the grunting Mr Kamp.
Mr Kamp pulls out of her suddenly and commands, "Open your mouth, Emma!"
Immediately, Emma does as she's told and spins around; flopping down on the lounge chair. Her mouth opens wide as she looks up at him; her little tongue coming out to lap at the head of his cock.
Mr Kamp yells and thick ropes of white cum shoot from his cock; flying all over the young girl's face. A few more volleys of cum shoot across her face as she giggles; landing in her hair, her face and dripping down onto her tits.
"Mmm... that's a good girl," Mr Kamp says as he shakes the last bit of cum from his cock.
Emma only nods and leans in; kissing and sucking the head clean as she wipes some of the cum from her eyes.
Without a word, Mr Kamp turns and walks back to the house; pulling his pants back into place and zipping up as he goes inside.
Emma slowly stands back up and grabs a towel from the ground beside the chair; wiping the cum from her face. She then zips her hoodie back up and stands; pulling her panties and shorts back into place.
You try to bring your breath back to its normal rate as you say, "Are all of your cases this interesting?"
Nancy looks back over her shoulder at you; her lips red and swollen as she simply says, "Not usually."
"Well, what's the next step? Do we talk to Mr Kamp, or do we talk to the girl?" You ask; your hips still slowly rocking with a mind of their own.
Nancy pauses as she seems to be pondering the question. |