I watched with hungry eyes and a falsely benevolent smile as she drank her soda. Her father and I had agreed to simply pretend I was trying to be her friend, she’d think nothing of a cute new playmate giving her a drink. For now I had to wait, my breath baited, my heart beating in my ears. She yawned, rubbing her eyes, and fell over. I waited a second, just one, before I texted her father and got to work undressing the little tease. He’d told me she’d started wearing only panties and a shirt around the house and he couldn’t help himself anymore, I’d told him to give me twenty minutes. Her shirt flopped to the floor, her tiny budded tits filling my palms during a moment’s discretion, before I rubbed my hands down to the lining of a dark skirt. She’d put it on because I was here, well, all the better, all that means is I can take it off and reveal her cute hips to the man that made her. “So precious.” I couldn’t help a giggle, nor a lick of my lips.
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