She shifted then, drawing herself up on the couch. She eased herself onto his lap, letting her arms encircle his neck. She could feel the hardness of his cock at her hip when she snuggled close, could feel his chest heaving with desire as she pressed her titties, all taut-tipped and fiery-hot with her growing passion, against his chest.

Her kiss was received differently this time. Their mouths locked, lips open. She licked the tender insides of his lips and felt the warm touch of his tongue seeking hers. She sucked his oral organ greedily.

His hand stroked her bare thigh, each stroke carrying him higher and higher until he caressed the flesh at the hem of her silken panties. He quivered from the excitement of the forbidden touch, then moaned at the passion throbbing in his cock.

She answered his response with a low moan.

Her panties had become soaked as her cunt became lubricated. The crotch was dripping with cunt fluid, and the juices had begun to slicken the tingling warmth of her white thighs.

His hand gripped her asscheek, gave it an affectionate squeeze, then pressed her closer to him. She could feel the powerful prick thicken and lengthen as he crushed their bodies together.

"You're incredible," he breathed. "I love…"

She covered his mouth with her hand, cutting off the words.

"Don't say it. It's not necessary. You don't have to give me an excuse to let you touch me."

He nodded. "You are real, aren't you? You may be only sixteen, baby, but I'm beginning to think you're very experienced."

She took his hand from her hip and placed it on one eager tit.

"You won't be the first, Phillip. Does that disappoint you?"

"No. It excites the shit out of me."

He kneaded her tit through the fabric of her blouse, and she felt the nipple blossom into fullness under the ministration of his hand.