Peachy Keen Films-Homeless Adolescent Girl

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Homeless Adolescent Girl. Starring Paige

It was a sickness he had. He could not manage it. And today, he was at the park again. He found another. An adolescent lady. Late teenagers. Homeless no doubt. They were effortless prey.

They inject his home. It was a ultra-cute home. His wifey was out of town as usually when he fed his wishes.

The doll was tranquil. Timid. He know the type. Harassed early, harsh time in college. Runs away or parents disown. He found her by the skater park. She was most likely looking for a hook up--a place to sleep for trade and most likely some food money.

He would oblige.

She was a pretty lil' waif. She gave him a tiny back story, then did a tiny ditty in front of him. He got to observe her closer--all her parts. He rubbed her.

There was no complexity with this one. She knew what to do. She was eating up his fuck-stick in no time. It was her her jaws was meant for. It was what she was meant for.

But, when he had enough, his dreams continued to stir him in the direction of his real task. To put this thing out of it's misery.

When she was not looking, he packaged his bind around her minor lil' neck and tore into her. She flogged back, with intensity and flamy, carrying him all over the place. Shortly, she bankrupt away, and he had to haunt the lil' cootchie around the apartment.

Ultimately, he had her, back--down on the bed, her gams kneeing insanely, a boot flew off.

Then, he brought her down to the floor to conclude her. But, she would not go calmly. She fight insanely. Her gams tensed and shook furiously. Her face was twisted, her forehead bunched up, her eyes open, yet squinting with solid emotion and agony. Her tongue was reaching out so far, he dreamed to grasp it--rip it right out, but he focused at the task at forearm.

She attempted to struggle him, attempted to dollar him, but he was 190 to her 90 and she ultimately went--not calmly like some, but struggling all the way. Then, she was gone, as if the soul or whatever just vacated. She was just an empty shell--staring at him.

He climbed off her, then sensed his loins sore for her one more time.

He explored her bod, fondled her, then got her up on the sofa and plumbed her rear end fashion. Then, he rolled her over and pulverized her on her back. She was tight--warm--nice--dead.

Finally, he positioned her down in front of him, and bobbed her head over his spear, letting it slipped in and out of her hot, raw facehole. He came in her, then let her fall to the floor.

He looked the youthful doll over one more time. Such a waistline. He pushed her in a back and carried her out to dispose of.