Won't Breathe A Word

Sami's parents bail for the weekend, so she grabs the chance and throws a party that night. Carl from next door shows up the next day, cocky smile and all, telling her he saw the whole thing. He knows her folks would flip, especially after her last run-in. Sami's stuck. Carl leans in, offers to keep his mouth shut—if she lets him fuck her. Simple trade. Small hands gripping his shirt, tiny tits under his palms, she agrees. He works two fingers into her right there, slow and deliberate, feeling how tight she is. She bites her lip, legs shaking. The deal’s sealed with every stroke.