The cinema was dark, the action flick blaring, but Janan's focus was entirely on the heat building in her sleeve. Justine's boyfriend, a guy way older than her 18 years, had slid his hand up slowly, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her inner arm. She felt like a stupid girl for letting it happen, but a thrill shot through her pussy. His touch was deliberate, possessive. He wasn't asking.

His palm found the swell of her small tit through her thin top, his thumb circling her nipple until it was a hard little bead against the fabric. She gasped, the sound lost in the movie's explosions. He just smirked, kneading her modest A-cup, feeling the perfect handful. "So fucking tender," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot.

Later, on the bus back to Justine's, the tension was a live wire. In a spare bedroom, he pushed her against the door, his mouth crashing down on hers. His tongue was demanding, tasting her. He yanked her top off, then her bra, exposing her perky teen tits. They were pale and tipped with pink, perfect peaks. He sucked one into his mouth, his tongue flicking hard, while his hand squeezed the other.

"Fuck, you're tiny," he growled, pulling back. He unbuckled his jeans and freed his cock. It was huge, thick, and circumcised, the dark head already glistening with pre-cum. "Ever seen a real Turkish dick before, little girl?"

Janan shook her head, mesmerized. He took her hand and wrapped it around his