Little Miss Left-for-Dead

An excerpt from Little Miss Left-for-Dead

Nancy slurped down the trucker's come and pulled away, a string of jism dripping onto her bare breasts. "Oh, yeah, little girl," the man grunted. "You liked that, didn't you? You liked that a lot."

But the girl's face burned red with shame, and she turned away from him. "Come up here," he said. "I want to put it in your butthole."

"No, please," she begged. But he raised her up by the arm and turned her around.

"You want a ride anywhere, you better get ready to take it up the butt, 'cause I got a powerful urge to shoot it up inside you." He bent the reluctant girl over the seat of the truck. "Goddamn, that's a sweet little ass, honey," he slavored. "You got the prettiest little round ass I ever saw."

And with that, he pushed his still-stiff dick against Nancy's little brown hole. The wet tip of his prick lubricated her asshole just enough to allow him to penetrate her. "Uhn!" she grunted as his prick pushed inside her. "It's too big!"

But that only encouraged the big man. He pulled back for a moment and shoved hard, forcing his prick deep inside her. Her tight teen ass clenched around his cock hard, making him hotter and harder than ever. "God— Goddamn," he grunted. "Goddamn, that's tight."

The girl squirmed under him, hot and ashamed, her young pussy a wet mess, and rubbed herself against the edge of the vinyl seat, desperately seeking her own passionate release.