The young girl lay sprawled on the white bed, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the pristine sheets beneath her. Her eyes were bright with a mix of lust and curiosity, and her lips parted slightly, a soft pink against her alabaster skin. Her chest, almost devoid of any feminine curves, heaved with every breath she took, each one more ragged than the last. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, sensual glow across her naked form, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that made her look like a freshly plucked fruit, ripe for the taking.

Her partner's hand, muscular and tanned, rested possessively on her hip, guiding the tempo of their shared passion. The unseen man's penis, thick and veiny, continued its relentless dance within her, stretching her tight, hairless pussy to the brink of pain and pleasure. Each thrust was met with a soft, guttural moan that resonated in the quiet room, a symphony of desire that seemed to echo off the walls. Her legs, so slender and smooth, wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, her toes curling in a silent plea for more.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a ballet of lust that seemed choreographed by the gods themselves. Her hands roamed over her own body, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks that matched the intensity of her arousal. She bit her bottom lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she struggled to maintain eye contact with the camera. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic beat that grew louder with each passing second. The scent of their mingled arousal permeated the air, a heady aroma that made her feel dizzy with need.

Her unseen partner's hips bucked faster, his grip on her hip tightening as he approached climax. The young girl's eyes grew wider, her pupils dilating with the promise of release. She could feel the heat building within her, a coil of pleasure that grew tighter and tighter with each thrust. Her fingers danced down her stomach, tracing the line of her hipbone before delving into the slickness of her folds. She found her clit, a tiny pearl of sensitivity, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, her hips rolling in sync with his movements.

Their bodies were a blur of motion, a tapestry of limbs and passion that was captured in stark detail by the camera's unflinching gaze. The man's shaft, still buried deep within her, was now coated in a sheen of their combined juices, and the sound of his balls slapping against her ass grew more urgent. She could feel him swell even further, the head of his cock nudging at her hymen, sending waves of exquisite pain-pleasure crashing through her.

Her own hand grew more frantic between her legs, her fingers moving in a frenzied dance as she sought to match the crescendo of sensation building inside her. Her nails dug into her palm, leaving half-moons of white against the pink flesh as she applied more pressure to her clit. The muscles in her stomach tightened, a delicious ache spreading through her body, and she knew she was close, so close.

With a final, powerful thrust, the man's cock broke through her maidenhead, and she let out a cry that was half pain, half ecstasy. The sudden intrusion sent shockwaves through her, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt herself being filled completely. The pain was brief, replaced almost immediately by a rush of pleasure so intense it stole her breath away. She felt him swell within her, his cock beginning to pulse with the force of his impending orgasm, and she knew that she too was on the brink. As he began to cum, so did she, and he pulled out of her. Her eyes popping open in surprise as she began to ride the tsunami of pleasure that was her first orgasm just in time to witness his beautiful, upward curved, 7 inch cock begin to spurt thick ropes of white semen. Painting her with thick streaks of its warm stickiness across her crotch, up her stomach, up her flat chest, along the contours of her neck and chin, to finally ending up in her open mouth, and splatter messily on her pretty little face before the next pulse took a similar trajectory again and again… the feeling and taste of it were new to her but she liked it.

Her body convulsed around the emptiness his cock left, her pussy clenching and unclenching, trying to hold onto the feeling of fullness. The sticky wetness of his semen was a stark contrast to the heat of her arousal, a reminder of the act they had just shared. She licked her lips, savoring the salty taste, and opened her mouth to receive more, eager to swallow every last drop of his seed. He watched her, his eyes dark with passion, as he stroked his still-hard member, milking out the last several pulses of his release across her tiny body and onto her eager tongue.

By the time his climax had subsided she was a sticky, cum-covered mess, and she didn’t care. The sensation of his warm, thick semen on her skin only served to heighten the intensity of her own orgasm, which was now slowly ebbing away like the aftershocks of a particularly powerful earthquake. Her legs, which had been clamped around his waist, grew weak and she allowed them to fall to the bed with a gentle thud. Her breathing returned to something resembling normal, though her chest still heaved with the aftermath of passion.

The sight of her body covered with so much of his own cum, the fact that she had just swallowed some of it instinctively as it landed in her mouth while she was climaxing herself, and that he had just fucked his neighbors 12 year old daughter, finally giving into her curiosities insistence after her pestering him with questions about sex and his penis for weeks, was too much for him.

He couldn’t believe what he had just done, but the way her young, tight pussy had felt wrapped around him was like nothing he had ever felt before. The guilt began to set in as reality crashed into him like a freight train but that was subverted as he more fully took in the sight of her lying there, a vision of innocence lost. Her youthful features were flushed with the afterglow of pleasure, the way her small breasts jiggled slightly with her breathing was mesmerizing, and the way his cum trickled down her chin and onto the bed was something he never wanted to forget.

The young girl, Emma, lay there panting heavily, her mind racing with the new sensations that had just been introduced to her. As her orgasm faded, in the back of her mind, the fact that she, a 12 year girl, had so intentionally, thoroughly, and completely seduced this grown man, 39 year old Allan, washed over her. She felt so grown up, so alive. The pain of her first time was nothing compared to the pleasure that had followed, and she felt a strange sense of pride that she had been the one to make him lose control like that. She had seen the way his eyes had widened when he had realized what he had done, but she had also seen the lust, the hunger in them. It was intoxicating.

Allan stood there, his cock still in hand, the last drops of his release slowly dripping onto her stomach. He couldn’t believe that he had just taken the innocence of his best friend’s daughter. He had always had feelings for her, but he had thought they were just a fleeting attraction, something that would pass with time. But now, having felt the warmth of her tight, virgin cunt wrapped around his cock, those feelings were anything but fleeting. He knew he couldn’t let this be a one-time thing and the fact that she had initiated this whole thing was something that only made him want her more.



— Begin flashback—



It all had started innocently enough. One hot summer day earlier in the year, as he was watching Emma after school for a few hours until her father got home from work as per usual he had used the restroom and had forgotten to zip back the fly of his lose cargo shorts accidentally. That day, as was his custom during the summer, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He had walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch without realizing it was open and she had glanced over from the book she was reading to see his thick, meaty cock just hanging there. She hadn’t seen a penis before except for in a couple of magazines she had snuck glances at in a hidden stash in her friend’s brother’s room. But she had never seen one in person. She had stared at it for a moment, then looked away, trying to play it cool. But she hadn’t been able to get the image out of her mind and stole another look. It was so much bigger than the ones she had seen in those grainy images. And it had been right there, just inches away from her. She had felt something strange and powerful stirring within her, something she hadn’t quite understood but knew she liked.

“Um… Allan?” she had said, her voice small and shaky. She had been unable to keep the curiosity out of her tone. “What’s that?” She said, pointing at his cock.

He had looked at her confused for a second before following the line her little index finger made to his crotch, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment when he realized his mistake. He had quickly zipped up, mumbling an apology, but the damage was already done. Her curiosity had been piqued and she had begun asking him questions about sex, his penis, and what it felt like to have one. At first, he had tried to deflect, to tell her that it was something she would learn about when she was older, but she had been so insistent, so eager to understand the mysteries of the adult world, that he had eventually given in. He had hoped it would be enough to satisfy her, but the more he talked, the more questions she had. And eventually those questions naturally evolved into; “Can I please see it again Allan?” To which he flatly refused.

Over the weeks, their interactions had grown increasingly intimate, with Emma often finding excuses to be alone with him. She had started wearing less and less around the house, playing coy games that made it clear she was testing his resolve. He had tried to be strong, to push the thoughts away, but she was like a siren, calling to him, her youthful allure irresistible. Wearing him down until, finally, he relented and found his shaking hands unzipping his fly while she sat on the couch in front of him while he stood in front of her.

Her eyes had widened as she took in the full sight of his engorged manhood, her tiny hand reaching out to tentatively touch it. He had watched in awe as she explored him with gentle curiosity, her small fingers tracing the veins and feeling the heat emanating from his shaft. His cock had twitched under her touch, and he had had to bite back a groan as she wrapped her hand around it. She had looked up at him with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and asked if she could touch it more.

Swallowing hard, he had nodded.

One of her small hands couldn’t quite fit around his thick girth, so she had used both, her curiosity getting the better of her. She had moved them up and down, watching in fascination as the skin moved over the firmness beneath, and Allan had felt his control slipping away like sand through his fingers. He had tried to tell her to stop, that this wasn’t right, but the words had caught in his throat, a guttural growl escaping instead. Her eyes had lit up at the sound, and she took it as encouragement, leaning in closer to get a better look. He had felt his cock throb in her tiny grip, pre-cum beading at the tip as she touched him, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

Emma had noticed the change in him, the way his breath had hitched and his eyes had glazed over. She had felt a strange sense of power in that moment, knowing that she was the one causing such a reaction in this grown man. Her heart raced with excitement as she leaned in closer, her cheek brushing against the velvety head of his cock felling the heat of his arousal. Without a word, she turned her head and brought him to her lips and kissed it, a soft peck that sent a jolt of electricity through both of them. He had stiffened, his grip on her hand tightening, and she had looked up at him with a question in her eyes. He had nodded again, silently giving her the go ahead.

“I guess you liked that?” she whispered coyly, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched his reaction. His eyes snapped to hers, a mix of shock and desire that only served to fuel her newfound confidence.

“I did, Emma.” Allan managed to murmur, his voice strained with desire. The innocence of her question only served to excite him further. He watched as she leaned in again, her eyes locked onto his, and kissed his cock again, this time a little longer, a little more firmly. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but he knew he didn’t want it to stop. His resolve had crumbled, and he was now a willing participant in this forbidden dance of lust.

Emma’s kiss grew into kisses and licks, her tongue tentatively exploring the unfamiliar landscape of a man’s erect member. She felt the softness of his skin, the hardness of his shaft, the salty taste of his precum. It was all so new, so thrilling, and she found herself eagerly lapping at him, her curiosity growing with each touch and taste. Allan’s hands, which had been at his sides, trembling with restraint, now found their way into her hair, guiding her movements, urging her on.

He watched her with a mix of fascination and horror, his mind racing with the implications of what they were doing. But the feel of her soft, wet mouth on his cock was overwhelming, pushing all rational thought aside. He had never felt anything so intense, so exquisite. He had been with women before, but none of them had ever made him feel like this, none of them had ever looked at him with such a mix of innocence and desire. It was as if she were discovering a new flavor, savoring every moment, and it was driving him wild.

Emma, for her part, was lost in the sensation of his penis on her hands, lips, and tongue as she continued to kiss and lick up and down its length. She felt like a cat with a new toy, eager to explore every inch of it. His cock was so warm and firm, and she loved the way his breath hitched when she did something that felt particularly good to him. Encouraged by his reactions, she decided to try something new and began to lick and suck on the end of it like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the tip, and feeling him throb in response. Allan’s grip on her hair tightened, and he groaned, the sound of his pleasure sending a thrill through her young body. She liked this power she had over him.

“Emma…” he gasped out, “honey, if you keep going something is going to happen that you might not be ready for. You need to stop now.” But his words were lost in the haze of desire that had enveloped them both. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with passion and curiosity and took more of his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking with a hunger that belied her innocence. What he was talking about was a mystery she wanted to solve on her own.

The taste was strange, a bit bitter and musky, but she liked it. It was like a secret club she had just been allowed entry into and she was going to explore it fully. She took him deeper, feeling the tip of his penis hit the back of her throat and gagging slightly. But she didn’t pull away, instead she pushed through the sensation and took even more of him into her mouth. She could feel him growing even harder in her mouth, his hips bucking slightly as he lost himself in the feeling of her lips around his cock. She didn’t know what she was doing but she knew that she liked it, she liked the power she had over him and the way he was losing control.

Allan watched as Emma’s eyes watered but she kept going, taking more and more of his length until she had to pull away for a breath. He felt like he was going to cum any second and he had to fight the urge to let go. He didn’t want to scare her, didn’t want to make her feel like she had to do something she wasn’t ready for. But she was insistent, eager, and her enthusiasm was infectious. He felt his orgasm building, the pressure at the base of his cock growing until it was all he could think about.

With a final, deep moan, he could hold back no longer, and he exploded into her mouth, filling it with his hot, sticky cum. Her eyes widened in surprise and she gagged a bit, and pulled away with a wet pop, but she didn’t stop. She kept her mouth open, letting his seed spurt into her mouth, onto her face, and chest. He watched as she swallowed what she could, her cheeks bulging slightly with his semen before letting more spill out onto her chin and neck. It was a sight that was both shocking and erotic, and it was all he could do to keep his legs from buckling.

As he caught his breath, Emma looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly but a look of pure satisfaction on her face. She had never felt so alive, so grown up, and she liked it. She liked the way he was looking at her, like she was some kind of goddess. She licked her lips, swiping the remaining cum off her chin and smearing it onto her cheeks like war paint. Allan felt his cock twitch again at the sight, his hunger for her not yet sated.

“What was that stuff Allan?” She asked innocently, as innocently as a 12 year old girl who had just given her first blowjob before even knowing what that was could ask anyway. “I like it, can I have some more?”

The question hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. Here she was, his best friend’s daughter, looking up at him with those big, bright blue eyes, her face and chest painted with his cum, asking for more like it was candy. He knew he should say no, knew he should stop this before it went any further, but his body was not listening to his brain.

“Emma, baby, that’s not something you should be asking for. It’s not good for you, you’re too young for this,” he tried to sound firm but his voice was still thick with desire.

“But Allan, I can tell it feels good for you, and I like it.” She pouted, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and the tears brought on by the sensation of his climax. “Isn’t that enough?”

Her words played through his mind like a siren’s call, tempting him to abandon all sense of right and wrong. He knew he should stop, that he was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, but the allure of her youthful beauty and the sweetness of her innocence was too much for him to resist. He reached down, wiping the cum from her face with his thumb, and brought it to her lips.

“Open,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. She obeyed without hesitation, allowing him to slip his thumb into her mouth. She sucked it clean, her eyes never leaving his, and he felt his cock begin to harden again. The idea of being her first, of being the one to introduce her to the pleasures of sex, was more intoxicating than any liquor could ever be.

With trembling hands, Allan gathered up the rest of his semen off of her skin with his fingers and brought them to her mouth, watching as she eagerly licked them clean. The sight of her innocence being coated in his lust was too much for him to handle, and he knew that he couldn’t just leave it at this. His cock was already growing hard again, demanding more of her tight, warm embrace. But he had to take things slow, he had to make sure she was ready for what was to come. If he was to be the one to show her the pleasures of sex, to guide her through the minefield of passion and desire that lay ahead, then he would be gentle and move at her pace.

“You never answered me, what is this yummy salty stuff?” She asked as she released his now clean right index finger with a wet pop like she has his cock less than five minutes ago.

“It’s called cum, baby girl, it’s what a man gives to a woman when she’s made him really made him feel good like you just did for me. But we need to talk, we can’t just do this willy-nilly without you understanding what it means. You’re so young and I don’t want you to get hurt.” Allan said, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation, his cock still pulsing slightly from the recent orgasm.

Emma’s eyes lit up with understanding, she had heard about that from her friend but had never thought she would get to experience it herself. She nodded her head, eager to learn more. “I know Allan, I’ve heard about it. But I’m not a baby anymore, I’m 12 now, I’m a woman, aren’t I?” she said with a hint of defiance in her voice. “And I want to know, all of it, everything!”

He looked at her, his heart torn between the primal urge to claim her fully and the fear of what he was doing to her innocence. But her eyes, so wide and full of yearning, made the decision for him. He would show her everything, but he would make sure she enjoyed it, that she was ready. “Okay, but we have to go slow, okay?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper. She nodded eagerly, her breath hitching in anticipation.

“I’ll explain everything to you and answer all your questions but this has to stay between us honey, do you understand?” Allan said, his voice a mix of concern and desire. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but he also couldn’t deny the way his body was reacting to her.

Emma nodded fervently, her eyes never leaving his. She felt like she had been granted a secret treasure, something that no one else knew about. She liked the idea of keeping it just between them, it made it feel even more special.

“Good, because I could get in a lot of trouble for this Emma,” she needed to understand just how serious this was, “I would be made to go away and you’d never see me again if anyone at all ever knew about this for the rest of your life.” He said, his voice a mix of sternness and tenderness. He knew that he was playing with fire, but the way she looked at him, so eager and hungry for knowledge, made it impossible for him to say no. He had to make sure she knew the gravity of the situation. “Do you understand Emma, I am being, honest to God, serious?” He asked, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt or fear.

Emma nodded solemnly, her eyes never leaving his. She knew that Allan was right, but she also knew that she wasn’t going to tell anyone. This was their secret, their special thing, and she liked it that way. Plus, she was too curious to let something like fear stop her.

“I promise Allan, not a soul ever.” She said with the seriousness of a girl about to swear a blood oath. Allan nodded, satisfied that she understood the gravity of their situation. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. He knew he had to be the adult here, even though the way she looked at him, her eyes full of wonder and curiosity, made him feel anything but.

“Why would you get in trouble though, Allan?” Emma asked, her voice still a little shaky from the recent events, her curiosity unabated. She propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. The stickiness of his semen on her skin made her aware of every movement she made.

Allan sighed heavily, sitting down on the bed beside her. He took her hand in his, his thumb tracing patterns on her palm as he gathered his thoughts. He knew he had to explain it to her in a way she would understand without scaring her. “It’s because you’re still a kid, Emma. What we just did is something that adults do when they’re in love, or at least when they really, really like each other. And it’s supposed to be something private and special. If people knew, they would think I was taking advantage of you, that I was a bad person, and they might not let me see or you ever again.”

Emma’s expression grew thoughtful as she digested his words. She knew that what they had done was a secret, something not everyone did, but she didn’t fully understand the implications of it. Her curiosity, however, remained undiminished. She leaned into him, her small breasts pressing against his bare chest, and whispered, “But why can’t we tell anyone? I liked it, and I don’t think it’s wrong if it feels good, does it?”

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. He felt her warmth and the stickiness of his cum between them, a constant reminder of what they had shared. “It’s complicated, Emma. There are rules in the world that say I’m not supposed to feel this way about you, and that I’m not supposed to do the things we just did. But I can’t help it, you’re so beautiful, and I want to make you happy. We have to be very careful, okay?” His voice was soft and reassuring, his eyes searching hers for any signs of doubt.

Her expression was one of pure trust and adoration as she nodded. She didn’t understand the rules of the adult world, but she knew that she liked the way Allan made her feel. She liked being with him, liked the way he talked to her, and liked the secrets they shared. The idea of losing him was unbearable.

“You especially can’t ever, ever, tell your dad, okay?” Allan said, his voice serious but gentle as he tucked a stray lock of her fiery hair behind her ear. “He would, quite literally, kill me.” He paused, looking into her eyes to make sure she understood the gravity of his words.

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t thought about her father finding out. But she didn’t want Allan to get hurt. She nodded vigorously, her small hand reaching up to cover his. “I promise, Allan, I won’t tell anyone, especially not Daddy. This will be our little secret, just between us forever.” Her voice was earnest, her eyes shining with a maturity beyond her years.

Allan’s heart swelled with a mix of affection and fear. He knew he had to be careful, had to make sure she was ready for everything that would come next. He leaned back, his cock still pulsing slightly with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Emma, honey, we have to go slow, okay? This is all new to you, and I don’t want you to get overwhelmed. It’s important that you understand what we’re doing and why it has to stay just between us.” His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of confusion or fear.

Her expression was earnest, a mix of curiosity and excitement. “I get it, Allan. It’s our secret, and I won’t tell a soul. I just want to keep feeling this way, like we’re the only two people in the world who know something amazing,” she said, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to echo in the quiet room. Allan felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of her young mind being exposed to the complexities of adult relationships, but he pushed it aside. He was going to make sure she enjoyed every moment of this newfound intimacy, that she felt cherished and desired.

He leaned back, his hand still resting gently on her hip, and took a deep breath. “Good girl, Emma. Now, let’s take things slow, okay? I want to show you everything, but I don’t want you to feel scared or uncomfortable. We’ll go at your pace, and if you ever want to stop, just say the word and we will, no questions asked.” He watched her nod in understanding, her eyes never leaving his.

Emma felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a feeling of being cared for and protected. She had never felt so special before, and she didn’t want it to end. “Okay, Allan. I trust you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Allan leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek before moving to her ear. “Good, baby. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and then we can talk more, okay?” His hand slid from her hip to her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

He rose from the bed and walked to the en-suite bathroom, returning with a warm, damp washcloth. He sat beside her, gently wiping away the sticky residue of their encounter from her face and chest. Emma watched him with a mix of curiosity and excitement, her body still thrumming with the aftermath of her first taste of sexual pleasure. The warmth of the cloth and the tenderness in his touch sent waves of comfort and desire through her.

“Now honey, I’m going to have to wash your shirt.” Allan said with a gentle smile, “so you’re going to have to take it off.” He watched as she blushed and began to pull the shirt over her head, her movements slightly awkward as the fabric caught on the sticky mess that was his cum. He felt a strange mix of arousal and protectiveness watching her, knowing that he was the cause of her disheveled state. As she handed him the shirt, her small, perky breasts bounced slightly, the nipples still hard from her recent climax. He couldn’t help but stare, his cock twitching in response despite his efforts to keep things slow and gentle.

She blushed and shyly covered herself with her hands as he took the shirt, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt at her innocence. He knew he had to handle this delicately, to ensure she felt safe and cherished. He took the washcloth and gently began to clean her off, taking his time to be thorough yet respectful. He started with her face, wiping away the remnants of his semen with tender strokes, then moved down to her chest.

She had relaxed while he had used the warm water and washcloth to clean her face and neck, so by this time, when he got to the place where her hands were covering her small breasts, she let them slowly fall to her sides. He took his time, making sure to be as gentle as possible as he wiped her down, making sure not to miss a single spot. His touch was feather-light, and she felt a thrill run through her as stood in front of a man topless for the first time. She was proud of her breasts, they were the biggest out of all the girls her age in her school.

The warmth of the washcloth on her skin was soothing, and she couldn’t help but let out a small gasp of pleasure as he gently wiped off her breasts, the sensation sending a new kind of thrill through her. Allan noticed her reaction and took it as a sign that she was ready for more. He focused solely on her, his eyes full of care and hunger. “You’re so beautiful, Emma,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. “Do you like the way that feels?”

Her eyes never leaving his, she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. The sensation was strange and new, but it sent waves of pleasure through her that she hadn’t known were possible. Allan’s gentle touch made her feel alive, made her want to explore more of this new world that was opening up to her. She gasped again as the washcloth passed over her right nipple, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.”Y… yes, it feels very good…” she whispered, her voice a mix of shyness and arousal.

Smiling at her shyness, Allan said as he continued; “Your breasts are beautiful Emma, are they already a B-cup?” He was trying to make her feel good about herself, knowing that she was self-conscious about her petite frame compared to the other girls her age, but he was also being honest. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, with delicate pink areolae and nipples that were now hardening under his gaze. She nodded, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks as he talked about them so casually. It was strange, but she liked it when he talked about her body, it made her feel like she was growing up.

“They are actually, my friends say that they’re jealous of me all the time.” She giggled, feeling a strange sense of pride at his compliment. She had always felt a bit self-conscious about her breasts being so much bigger than the other girls in her class, but the way he talked about them made her feel like they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

“… sometimes, when I’m by myself, I… I touch them and it feels good.” She confessed shyly, her eyes dropping to her chest. Allan’s eyes followed hers, taking in the beauty of her small but perfect breasts. He knew he had to be careful, not to overwhelm her. He took a deep breath and nodded. “That’s totally normal, Emma. It’s your body, and it’s okay to explore it. In fact, I want you to know everything about it, so you can enjoy it.” He said, his voice thick with passion.