Daughter's pet peeve

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Melissa Tolan stood behind the counter of her father's pet salon and boarding kennel rubbing her thighs together.

"Ooooo!" she cooed almost silently, feeling the creamy fuck juices in her young pussy squish inside her virgin cunt. "Ooooo! I'm hot."

It was getting worse every day, the nights even more terrible. She swooned, her hands going down to her crotch. She stroked her teen-age pussy through her tight jeans, her knees buckling. She leaned against the counter for support, wishing the itch would go away, but knew it wouldn't. Even her fingers at night only quenched the desire in her cunt for a brief period. It had become an every-night ritual with occasional lapses like now, when she couldn't even think straight.

With the counter to hide behind, Melissa opened her jeans, groping inside and underneath the elastic band of her panties.

"Aaaah!" She sighed, her fingers dipping between the puffy lips of her moist virgin cunt.

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