His Nasty Little Pussy

She follows me down the hall and waits while I find her a plain white T-shirt. It’s going to be huge on her, but it’ll do the trick. At least I won’t have to suffer the torture of seeing flashes of her perfect little ass cheeks since the shirt will probably hit her mid-thigh.

I’m quickly choking on those words when I see her start to unbutton her jean shorts. I watch them fall down her gorgeous legs to puddle on the floor by her feet. The tiny little lacy thong she’s wearing isn’t doing shit to cover anything.

“What are you doing?” I ask like an idiot.

“Getting into my pajamas,” she says like it’s the most natural thing in the world to just strip down in front of your dad’s best friend.

When she pulls her shirt off, revealing her perfect tits to me, I let out a pained groan. They’re even more perfect without a shower curtain obscuring them. Full and perky and her nipples are rock-hard and ready to be sucked.

I can’t tell if I’m relieved or sad when she slips my t-shirt on, covering her nakedness. Sad, definitely sad, I quickly decide when all I’m left with is the imprint of her nipples poking through the shirt.

“I’m going to run you a bath,” she says with a grin.

“I just took a shower,” I say, still not able to take my eyes off her tits.

“You look like you could use a soak. You’re looking a little tense,

Justin.”

She turns and walks into the master bathroom, looking sexy and adorable and oh so fuckable in my oversized t-shirt. I sit down on the edge of my bed, wondering if anyone has ever passed out from their cock being such a selfish dick and hogging all the body’s blood.

It’s not long before she’s back in my room, handing me a crutch and leading me to the now full and bubbly bathtub.

As if reading my mind, she says, “I brought some bubble bath. I’ve always wanted to take a soak in your giant clawfoot tub. I figured maybe you’d let me one night.”

I rarely take baths, mainly just opting for a quick shower, but I can’t deny that the tub does look inviting. It’s a massive thing, easily big enough for two bodies. Savanna stares at me, expectantly, and I laugh.

“I’m not going to just strip down in front of you.”

She rolls her eyes and turns around. “Is that better?”

“Remind me why your presence is needed while I bathe.”

“I’m going to help you wrap your cast up once you’re all situated.”

Her words have a practiced quality to them, and I imagine she’s been playing this scheme out in her head all day.

“Are you in yet?” she asks.

I let out a sigh and then stripped down, easing myself into the hot water. With a frustrated groan, I look down and see the head of my dick stubbornly poking out of the water, announcing its presence for all the world to see. Using my hand, I push it underwater and hold it there as Savanna turns around and smiles at me.

The bubbles hide the fact that I’m holding my cock down, but I know that she notices I’ve kept one hand underwater.

“There’s a plastic cast cover in that top drawer,” I say, pointing behind her.

Once she has it, she kneels beside the tub and covers my ankle and shin that’s hanging over the side. Before she gets up, she runs her fingers along my cast, letting them slide up my leg as she leans over the tub.

“What are you doing?” I ask, still keeping my cock firmly pressed against me and hidden.

“Why are you keeping your hand underwater?”

“Because I want to.”

“Why?”

I curse my brain for not being able to come up with a logical reason on the spot.

She lets her fingers trail along my thigh until her hand is dipping into the water, and my whole body tenses.

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“I’m taking advantage of the fact that you can’t get up and run away,” she says with a grin.

I let out a strangled groan when her hand finds mine and she gently moves it aside, replacing it with her own.

“Wow,” she says, her wide eyes meeting mine. “It’s so big.”

I can’t help but smile at the compliment and her excitement, but then she wraps her hand around my shaft and it’s all I can do to remember to breathe. She strokes me gently, and when she lets go and the head of my cock surfaces above the water, she lets out an adorable, infectious giggle.

“I guess that explains why you kept your hand underwater.”

Savanna stands and pulls her shirt off and has her thong halfway down her legs before I can finally get a sentence out.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting in,” she says, pulling her thong off.

I stare at her perfect body, running my eyes over her perky tits, her flat stomach, and the smooth, pale skin of her pussy.

“I’m not sure that’s a very good idea,” I say, because, fuck, I’m only human, and even I can see where this is going to most likely end up.

She gives a small shrug and steps into the tub.

“I’m just following your cock’s lead, and it very clearly wants me in the tub.”

I look down at the head of my cock, stubbornly breaching the surface of the water. She does have a point.

I watch as she lowers down into the water and then leans forward. She straddles the thigh of my cast-less leg, making me groan at the feel of her smooth pussy on me, and brings her face to mine.

She slowly runs her tongue along my bottom lip. “Do you want me to go, Justin?”

I cup her sweet face in my hands, bringing her closer so her tits are pressed against my chest. “You know I don’t,” I breathe against her mouth before kissing her deeply.

She immediately responds like she did in the kitchen, eager and hungry for more. Her tongue dances along mine, and when I slide my hand along her wet skin to cup one of her tits, she moans against my mouth and grips my shoulders tightly.

Her tit feels even better than I imagined. I run my thumb over her hard nipple, teasing her as I slide my other hand along her spine until I’m cupping one perfect ass cheek.

It’s my turn to groan when I feel her hand leave my shoulder a second before she wraps it around my cock, stroking me gently as if she’s afraid she’ll hurt me. I squeeze her ass harder, moving her along my thigh. She moans and follows my lead, grinding her little pussy against me while she strokes my cock.

“Fuck, Justin,” she whispers in between kisses. “I need to cum. I can’t take it anymore. I have to cum.”

“Then cum,” I say, giving her nipple a hard pinch.