...o at night, and to be honest it's really flattering, and …" He watched as Misty's face got even redder, her eyes not leaving his. "I'm not meaning to embarrass you, because … Well, I like watching, and … Oh, that probably wasn't the right thing to say …"
He expected Misty to punch him and stomp off. He expected her to also call him mean names and kick him in the balls. Oddly enough, she did neither. She instead grabbed him by his collar and pushed him back against a tree. He watched as the girl moved to her knees and began to unfasten his belt. This wasn't how he expected things to turn out; Misty was being way too quick – He expected her to be all nervous and second-think everything before he actually got any clothing off, provided he even got that far.
"Misty, are you sure you- Oh my God." He didn't have time to ask the question; it was answered by the girl bobbing her head on his dick. He was pretty sure she'd never done such a thing before, but it seemed like she had plenty of practice by how good she was treating him down there. "That feels awesome, Misty … Speed up …" She did so, her head moving faster on him, her tongue beginni...