Rebeka

it's called a trap house cause you can't leave

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I think I know him; he's like two or three years younger than me. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?" I place my hand on his back to try and steady him. "I'm just really, I think I'm really high."

He's babbly and maybe a little confused. He's so crossfaded right now. He might not be able to get home like this. He's vulnerable and weak in this state and I'm barely tipsy.

The thought of his boycunt makes my mouth water. I reach back and lock the door. He doesn't even notice. He also doesn't protest when I lay my hands on him again. One on his back, the other on his waist so I can turn him to face me.

"Whata you doing?" he asks before my lips collide with his forcing a kiss out of him, my tongue slips into his dry, liquor flavored mouth. He lets out a strangled noise before weakly trying to shove me away. I walk him back to the wall and hold him against it.

My mouth moves hungrily against his. The boy moves his head to pull away from me. I kiss his neck and lick at the soft skin there. I grope his tits and pull his shirt up so I can see them. They're cute, big and soft in my palms and his nipples are pink and soft.

I lean down to suck one into my mouth. He lets out a soft whimper of a noise as I lick at his cute nipple. The other seems neglected and I switch over to it. Another noise escapes him, this one is a little louder. No one will be able to hear anything I do to him over the thumping music. I tug his shirt over his head.

"W-wait, I don't... Leave me alone." My hands are already undoing his pants. Once I can yank them down and see his soaked cunt I smile. "You don't want this?" I question, slipping my hand between his thighs, "Why are you so wet then, sweetie?"

He swallows hard, trying to think of an answer. But he can't think of one before my finger circles his clit. "Yeah, that's it." His head falls forward onto my shoulder.

He's muttering about how he doesn't want me to do this. I doubt that he'll even remember this in a few hours. So, I of course have to use him while I can. I turn his body around and bend him over the sink. Jesus, he's so wet he's dripping and when I line my tip up with his entrance, he tenses up and lets out a choked yell as I shove my cock in his tight hole.

I'm balls deep and he's fluttering around me. "You're so tight. You're a virgin, huh?" The boy whines as I begin to thrust into him. It isn't long before he's moaning loudly and practically drooling into the sink.

"Wait, stop. I-I don't want... Please!" His protests are cut short by a sharp cry before he's cumming all over my cock, shaking from overstimulation. I don't stop ramming his cute pussy, he cums again on my cock, slick gushing down over my shaft.

I slam him hard, snapping my hips sharply. My thrusts become erratic and he starts to cry, babbling incoherent words between wet sobs and the slap of my balls on his cunt. "Yeah, that's right baby. You take my cock so good."

My cock twitches as I fill him with my hot seed. A loud moan erupts from him as he cums hard again. This time he slumps against the sink, letting me rut into him until my balls are empty. When I pull out he sobs.