Thread: Rock 'n' Love (Grave X Nurse)

Alexa just melted into his arms as he picked her up and carried her across the pool. She never wanted him to put her down. As he slowly walked, she toyed happily with his chest and tiny nipples with her tiny fingers. His words were soft and soothing, When he sat down on the opposite side of the pool and asked if he could play with her breasts, she nodded silently, and cimbing out of his arms and lay along the edge of the pool with her head in his lap, her glorious nipples pointed skyward in very easy reach. She nuzzled her face into his crotch in complete ignorance of what it might do to him, and contnued her gentle touching and exploration of his torso. His huge rough, calloused fingers felt wonderful on the soft flesh of her breasts and she wondered at just how big they were compared to hers. The stimulation made her squirm and wiggle in his lap, like a little girl , as though she were being tickeled, but this feeling quickly gave way to the tingling in her core and her body began to arch and stretch like a cat, thrusting her nipples up into his hand and making them lengthen and grow stiff. Her giggles turned to cooing and then soft moans. OOOOH Brandon, it feels sooo good! Pleasse don't stop. The nearly white bikini bottoms were wet both from pool water and her leaking pussy and they clung tightly to her smooth puffy mound, and due to the wetness, nearly transparant in the bright moonlight. Though she still didn't understand what an orgasm was, she knew another was approaching fast. She was nearly completely out of control as she pulled on his kneck trying to draw his lips to hers. When it was clear that couldnt happen where she was she began kissing his belly and then down along the bulge in his swim trunks, which by now was threatening to make an appearance and peek out of his waist band. A few seconds later her climax washed over her yet again and her body softened.The look on her face was a languid, satisfied smile. She laid there enjoying Brandon's continuing breast play, and started talk again in the sweetest and most innocent voice imaginable. My Daddy had hands like yours, all rough and calloused. He said it was his guitar that did that. I didn't care it felt like Daddy. You feel like Daddy. Once I was a very bad girl. I played with Daddy's guitar and knocked it over. My Daddy gave me a spanking, a hard one on my bare bottom. It left his big hand prints there, and I was warm for hours. Mommy was very angry at him. She said if he ever did it again, she woud call the Police. That was so unfair. She didn't ask me about it. It made me feel loved and warm. Daddy would never really hurt me. I needed to be spanked. But then my Mommy was always ruining good things for me. Brandon? if I'm a bad girl, will you spank me? Please? I don't ever want to be bad, but I might, and if I am, that's what I need. She said it matter of factly, as though it were as natural as talking about he weather. Her chatter was only interupted by the kisses she continued to place on his stomach and up and down the swelling in his swim trunks. She looked up at him with her shinng green eyes. Please be my Daddy, I miss not having a Daddy.