"Nice cunt, nice pussy," he murmured, bending down and touching one finger to her outer pussy lips.

Camey sucked in air, pulling her ass back, and shaking.

"It's so soft…" Brad was lowering his head, kissing her belly now.

"Ohhhhh, God!"

"You wanna fuck real bad, don'tcha?" he asked again, studying her as she squirmed uncomfortably on the lumpy, dirty mattress.

Camey couldn't answer that kind of filthy question. She rolled her head from side to side, feeling her cuntal muscles cramp, relax, then cramp again.

"Come on, just say it," Brad laughed, kissing her forehead while rubbing his thumbs on either side of ter bloated cunt lips.

He licked one of her nipples until she felt the tiny dark-pink nub almost tear through the thin material of her halter. Camey arched her back, pressing up against that wonderful sensation. "Yes, yes, I want to… fuck!"

The word made her shiver. She'd never said anything like that, although at times Camey wanted to. What would those nice boys have done if she'd admitted to them just how hot she was? Word, she knew, would spread like wildfire around the school. Her parents would find out about it and send her away. No, she had to protect herself, her family's reputation. But here, alone with this stranger, Camey could explore all those hidden desires that had been flaring up inside her more and more frequently lately without worrying about being discovered.

Reaching down, Brad untied the halter, sliding it out from under her shoulder blades. Now she was completely naked, exposed to this man.