Her legs squeezed together, her two fingers plunging as deep as she could go into her spasming little pussy, imagining his face next to hers, his breathing hotly against her, his growling whispers for her to be a good girl, for her to do like he'd shown her, to not make a sound, that no matter what she said, he was going to fuck her.

Sometimes she fantasized sitting on top of him, her saying back in a soft voice, "Like this?" as she'd work her little pussy on his thick swollen cock. Or looking up at him bashfully, being told to suck him, "Am I, am I doing it...