A couple days ago, this young Hispanic teenage girl caught me, a 30-year-old, checking her out for a few seconds in the grocery store. Short and a bit stocky, she had a nice set of thick, mocha-colored thighs laid bare by a pair of short-shorts. My eyes immediately drew to her crotch before scanning up to her face, which gave me a knowing smirk.
We walked past each other. Without turning she nonchalantly asked, “What are you looking at?” I froze up and kept walking, pretending I didn’t hear or see her. In the produce section later, I saw her again by a shopping cart next to a guy. He didn’t look intimidating to me, but I still passed on buying some mushrooms just to avoid getting close to her again.
Since then, I’ve been m*********** daily to the thought of my face buried in her crotch, eating her succulent little teen p**** while those thick thighs wrap around my head, before mounting and drilling her to o*****.
