Barbie in the Nutcracker

The conversation was growing far too depressing, and the girl's little pussy was throbbing with a desire that she could not long deny. She scooted closer to her brother. "What?" Mark croaked, and the car swerved violently as his hard-on grew larger within his pants. "Yeah, Mark, you look really sexy in that tank top and those tight jeans. Mmmmm, I can't wait to see your huge cock! You are gonna show it to me, aren't you? I mean, isn't that what this drive to the lake is all about? You want to fuck me, don't you, Mark?" she purred, stroking his bare arm. "Jesus, Barby!" the boy with a grin, his head spinning with lust. This was working out real well, he thought. He had intended to use his knowledge of the girl's reputation to blackmail her into fucking with him. He was going to tell her that if she didn't let him screw her, he would tell their parents all about what a whore the girl was. But now it seemed that the little slut wanted it just as much as he did. He could hardly believe his good luck. They had reached the lake, and the boy parked the car as quickly as possible ...»