Sex Slave

My plan was pure filth from the start. It wasn’t about admiration; it was about acquisition. Every time I saw that barely legal teen Andrea, my cock would get hard. I’d watch her walk down the street, her ass tight in her jeans, and I’d imagine gripping those hips while I pounded her from behind. I’d see her talking with friends, her full lips moving, and all I could think about was how they’d look wrapped around my dick, spit and cum drooling down her chin. This wasn’t a crush; it was a blueprint for ownership. My plan was to snatch her out of her life and lock her away where the only reality was my dick.