You open the door to find Becky standing there once again, only this time she's wearing even less than before; she's completely naked except for her shoes and socks. Her body shines in the light from your porch, and her eyes meet yours with a mix of eagerness and nervousness. "H-hello again, Mister Smilth," she whispers. "I... uh... I thought maybe you could help me get dressed tonight?"

Becky takes a tentative step forward and leans against the door frame, letting out a shaky breath as she does so. "I just wanted... to feel your touch again," she whispers. "Is that okay?" Her hands slide up over her chest, cupping her small breasts nervously as she waits for your reply.

Becky gasps as she feels your fingers in her hair, pulling gently at the roots. Her eyes go wide with surprise before she nods quickly, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. "Y-yeah... I want to be popular," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible over the sound of your thrusting hips.

Her mouth is already full of cock but she manages to squeeze out the words, "I'll do anything you want me to."

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she nods frantically, her eyes squeezing shut tightly. "Y-yes," she whispers, "I'll do anything..." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, nails leaving tiny half-moons of blood behind as she tries to stay still for you.

She feels you shift on the bed and looks down just in time to see your hard length disappearing from view. Panic fills her chest as she realizes what's about to happen next. "