His Breeding Camp : Brat Internals 9 (Virgin Erotica First Time Erotica Breeding Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Brat Internals, #9

By Tori Westwood

All alone in a tent with Mr. Darmody at night: What could go wrong?  How about a steamy game of charades turning into a first-time, virginal, breeding session?  That would be very wrong indeed.

Read how he takes me in sinful fashion, emptying himself inside me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Aug 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386213994

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Creampie, he said suddenly.  Ever had one of those?

I was startled by his question but the answer was easy.

Nope, I said, almost happy with myself.

Never, huh? he said and he took a quick scratch at his cock to make it move beneath his Calvins.

I’m—uhm—a virgin, I confessed.

Oh, he said simply, and then looked down to his cock that showed no sign of flagging.  Sorry.

I giggled.  You don’t have to be sorry.

I know, sorry, he said, and then let out a short laugh at himself.  It’s your body.

Thanks, Mr. Darmody.

And what a body, I might add.

I squeezed my shoulders to my chin and let them drop as I blushed.  Stop it.

Just speaking the truth, he said, and then he let his eyes linger on mine again.

We both seemed to share a lust for each other and you could sense it between us.  We were so close to each other and so secluded in the tent that night that it seemed inevitable that something else should happen.

You look pretty good too, I said slowly, letting my eyes drop to his cock and making sure he knew exactly what I was looking at.

Would you like to see? he ventured carefully.

I moved a hand to the crotch of my panties and rubbed my fingers down my groove. 

Would you? I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mr. Darmody tried to hide his smirk and then I watched in awe as his hands pulled the waist of his briefs outwards and down over his cock.

It peered out, bolt upright and looking delicious.  His crown was already glossed with pre-cum and it excited me.