>>38028367I mention to Mrs. Ketchum it must be hot, here in the Alola region in that dress
She's nervous at first, but looks around, it is just us
Being in the game, I'm ten year old boy
I motion to her, and she loosens her dress and lets it slide down her shoulder
I'm excited, but I'm not sure why yet. She asks me to help, and I over eagerly begin to pull on her dress from the bottom
Not sure what I'm doing, only knowing I want the dress off, there's a shriek, a yell
"Stop!" Mrs. Ketchum's voice screams playfully.
I lay my prepubescent eyes on the older woman. A smile dancing on my lips as I take in this glorious sight.
A smooth neck, leading into a dainty collarbone crossing clean and straight again the top of her chest, framing what's below. She isn't covering, allowing me to behold two large orbs, lying on her chest. Hard and thrusting out, almost calling to me. There's a tingle, I feel I need to pee.
I continue down, following the narrowing of her rib cage, only to be denied the cross section as it begins to fan out, holding her motherly hips.
Unlike her breasts, she's shy. Her legs are closed tightly, lying to to her side. I had to see, I declare. She calls me naughty, but we've come this far.
I walk up, placing both hands on her ankles. She doesn't resist; I know this because my child strength could not possibly force these thick thighs apart. She fights me half-heartily, allowing me to gain an inch apart, only to freeze to stone the next moment.
My patience is rewarded after a few moments of this cat and mouth game, and I behold, the most beautiful, feminine cock I've ever beheld. Smooth, without veins.
I lick my lips in preparation to devour her.
