I broke the kiss and we smiled at each other.
'Stand up, Greta. I want you to turn around, get those trousers off, and bend over for me. Will you do that?'
'Yes, Mr. Collins.'
The tall blonde teenager stood up, took a few steps back and turned around, her back to me.
She unbuttoned her trousers, hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down in one smooth movement before stepping out of them.
She bent over for me, her hands on the coffee table, and my mouth dried up even as my c**k throbbed. Her pale blue thong matched her bra, nestled between the pale cheeks of her young firm ass. Her long legs were toned, all the way down to her cute white pumps.
Between the teenager's creamy thighs the narrowest part of her panties hugged tight to the mound of her virgin p***y.
'Do you t
