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The little girl whimpers and struggles against the bedding, moving her head back and forth as she tries fruitlessly to remove the blindfold. Joey observes the little girl’s actions with pity and slight desire.
“You’re not gonna get out of your bounds that way, baby.” Joey says softly, walking over to the bed.
She cups the little girl’s face, brushing her thumb against her cheek. It takes everything in her not to kiss the other girl’s soft supple lips.
“Who are you?” The little girl whimpers. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“You can call me Joey, sweetheart. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just going to keep you here until your Daddy gives me a lot of money.”
“You’ll be waiting a long time then.” The little girl pouts softly and Joey’s heart swoons.
“I’m sure it won’t be that long.”
‘It probably will…My name is Abigail, by the way.”
“Well, Abigail, while we’re waiting, do you wanna play a game?” Joey softly strokes Abigail’s face.
“Sure.” Abigail says with childlike innocence.
“Let’s play a game called Touch. In Touch, I’ll touch you somewhere and you have to tell me how it makes you feel. How’s that sound?”
“It sounds a bit weird…”
“It’ll be fun, sweetie. C’mon, let’s just pass the time.”
“Okay. Just to pass the time. Please be gentle.”
“I’ll be gentle, sweetheart, don’t worry.” Joey reaches forward and pets her head tenderly. “How does that feel?”
“It feels good. I still feel scared.” Abigail says softly.
“Okay. How about this?” Joey’s hand slips down to Abigail’s chest, gently brushing down over her underdeveloped chest.
The little girl shivers, not knowing what to say for several moments. She mumbles and stutters for a few moments until she gets it out.
“Feels good.”
“That’s good, how about this? Does this feel good?” Joey’s fingers gently press against the younger girl’s tummy, trailing down further and further.
“Feels really good.”
“That’s great, sweetheart. Now, I want you to stay really quiet for me, okay?”
“Okay, I can do that.”
Joey’s fingers dip past the elastic of Abigail’s skirt and teases the waistband of the little girl’s panties.
“Joey, you shouldn’t do that.” Abigail whines softly despite how her hips rock forward.
“Your lips say no, but your hips say yes. C’mon, baby, it’ll feel good,” Joey leans forward, pulling the girl against her comfortingly. “It’ll be our little secret. I promise it’ll feel good.”
Joey’s fingers slip further down until they find the sweet treat that she’s been craving all evening. The girl’s small, wet heat pulled her fingers in like a magnet. She chuckled softly and gently slipped a finger in.
“Joey!” Abigail whimpers, clutching onto Joey’s sleeves.
“It’s okay, Abby. It’ll feel good, just give it a second. God, you’re so tight.” Joey tried to reassure the girl as she moved her finger, but the clenching tightness made it nearly impossible for her to move.
After a few minutes, the little girl began to relax. Joey smiled softly as she began to move more fluidly.
Abigail whimpered softly in pleasure, “Joey, it feels so good!”
“I know it does, baby. I know.” Joey smiled down at the girl, kissing her softly on the forehead, though the mask made the kiss a little awkward.
Abigail squirmed as Joey continued her ministrations. Her hips lifted and moved as she felt pleasure that she hadn’t experienced before.
Soon enough, Abigail’s orgasm comes crashing into her as she cries, tears rolling down her cheeks and wetting the pillow.
“It’s okay, baby. It feels good.” Joey noses at Abigail’s cheek comfortingly.
Abigail sleeps soundly against Joey’s chest.
“It’ll be our little secret.”