Billy's eyes widened and he was watching her like she was a cobra about to strike. She wasn't venomous, but she would certainly stroke his snake.
"A very long time," he croaked.
"Well how would you feel about a pretty, 18-year old cheerleader sucking your d**k? Would that make you feel better? Like maybe you got to trade up, too?"
"Kitty, you can't. Your dad-"
"Will be fine. He knows I'm...amorous. I fall into bed pretty easily, you wouldn't be the first man in his fifties to blow his load in my throat."
"Really? You're a...slut?"
Kitty giggled, "Just a little. My body count is...sixteen? Really depends on how you count. You will be specifically the second man in his fifties to c*m in my mouth."
"A-are you sure?" Billy asked, hands shaky.
"Would it help?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm sure. D
