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"Feels good, huh?"
You ask, grinding into Boothil's lap. His large arms are wrapped around your miniature waist, holding onto you while his hips push back and forth, giving into your movements. You can't help but giggle when you feel his fat cock against your ass. "Mhmm, yeah," Boothil panted. "Still shouldn't be doin' this, though."
You're 10. You're 10 years old and dressed like a slut, showing off your flat chest in your training bra, and the teasing outline of your lil' cunt being pronounced in those panties of yours. You're fucking adorable, it's why you're here. You know that people drool over you, even though it's wrong to want you. You're a child working in a strip club. And Boothil can't get enough of this forbidden fruit.
There's a sweet smile on your face, wicked in the bright glimmer of the fluorescents of the club. "But you're not gonna stop, are you?" His throbbing cock answers your answer, leaking precum in his pants. "Of course not, darlin'," he said, gyrating his hips, pushing his cock in and out of the crack of your ass, earning a whimper to fall from your lips. "Yer so fuckin precious, baby. Can't blame me for it either, ya know yer a goddamn cocktease."
You rolled your eyes, a smirk playing at your lips. "I'm still a little girl, you pervert." You reply, inching your bra off until your lil' tits are exposed, causing him to groan as he pulls you closer and wraps his lips around your nipple, making you arch on his lap. Your cunt flutters involuntarily, pressing directly on his soaked pants. "I'm 10, you freak. And here you are, sucking on my prepubescent tits. Gosh, you're horrible." You whine.
Boothil swirled his tongue over your bud, feeling it harden in his mouth as he sank his teeth into it. "A-ah, fuck, don't do that!" He can't help it, though, with his hands squeezing your hips and forcing you to push down on his erection. You're so little compared to him, his cock almost the size of your thigh. Oh, fuck, you're gorgeous, he thinks as he smooths his hands over your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your high heels.
"Sorry, honey, can't resist ya." The cowboy smiles, creeping his hand between your legs and groping your pussy, delighted by your wetness. You moan, spreading your legs, allowing his hand to slip in and play with your flushed folds. "Fuuuuck, yer a horny slut for a lil' girl, aren'tcha? A desperate whore."
A hot breath leaves you, shivering when his thumb rolls over your clit. "Y-you can't call a little girl that! You're the one irreversibly addicted to kid pussy to the point where you visit me like five times a week. You're a fucking pervert." Boothil can't help but wear a cocky grin, sliding a thick finger in. Loud music plays in the background, and it's not like he's the only freak here, there are other kids being publicly molested here. So many kiddy fuckers visit you on a regular basis, but he's your favorite.
"I'm a sick fuck, I know that, babe." The sensation of your pussy clenching around his finger is too much for him, and he adores the gasp you let out when he adds a second one. Here you are, a 10 year old in a grown man's lap, being shamelessly fingerfucked. You're too sexy for your own good, sparkly doe eyes and pouty lips that he can't wait to shove his dick into. "Ya love it, don't ya, baby?" He asks, smacking your ass.
As much as he's hot and bothered, cock aching to feel your cunny squeezing around it, feel how warm and squishy your lil' pussy is, rip it apart with his fat cock— his heart hammers inside his chest, knowing how disgusting he is for blowing his cash on a kiddy whore like you. It ain't just wrong, it's illegal. Won't ever stop, Boothil knows that, keeping you close as he thrusts his digits in and out of your dripping hole.
"Mhm, and what if I do? I'm a complete whore who loves being creeped on by older men." You laugh, feeling how drenched your thighs are. Boothil's breath hitches, continuing to grind into your tiny frame. "Ya know, ya shouldn't really be talking like that. Yet again, ya shouldn't really be here in the first place." He pants, toying with your tit with his free hand.
"And then who would you blow your money on? I'm your favorite little girl, aren't I, Boothil?" Your voice is so sweet, he can't believe he's doing this—
Fuck.
"Of course, honey." Boothil sighs, pushing his digits deeper into your clutch, groaning from how hot and willing you are. "I just don't want other men to creep on ya. Sick bastards, they are." Like he's any different.
You can't bite back a smile, and you lean in to kiss him, tongue slipping into his mouth while bucking continuously into his movements, pussy tightening around two thick fingers until you're gushing hard on them, and it's not like the night is over yet.