It’s 1989 and I’m your date to the high school prom. We’ve b.. (OnlyFans)

It’s 1989 and I’m your date to the high school prom. We’ve been flirting all semester and you finally have the guts to ask me out. I say yes because well you’re cute... and I already turned down everyone else. 

You pick me up in your car and tell me I look beautiful and that it’s just *sooo* me to need to have the biggest sleeves at the event. As you’re driving I place your hand on my leg, moving it from my knee to my upper thigh pulling my dress up in the action; I encourage your hand between my thighs and let you rest there. I feel your hand eagerly edge upwards further and see your eyes widen as you realise I’m wearing no knickers. Your smile grows as you feel just how wet and furry I am. I laugh seeing you get flustered and the bulge in your suit trousers growing. I playfully push your hand away. 

“Maybe later” I smirk. 
“I want you to be thinking about tasting me all evening”. 
 
You let out a deep sigh telling me how much of a tease I am and how lucky you are to have even felt what you have.

I agree telling you that you’re a very lucky boy.
“Now, concentrate on the road please”. 

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