Nothing turned me on more than to see a teenage girl, shaky with (probably) her first brush of sexual pleasure, stumble through the exit and then get right back in line. XXX We still had a long line of riders waiting for the merry-go-round. She was clearly reveling in the afterglow. Eagerly, I sniffed at the crotch area and was rewarded with the heady scent of a virgin teenage girl’s slit. The noise of the fair, the exhaust fans from the food vendors, and the cacophony from the midway hid any sound of my footsteps. After about three revolutions, the girl had resumed her grinding against the saddle. Something was definitely happening now. I lapped up all and continued to work on her juicy goodness. Reluctantly, I cut the power.










