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I saw Blair in a compromising position; she was partially undressed, audibly pleading with someone at a door. As it turned out, her boyfriend had mistakenly thought she was cheating on him and had retaliated by burning her clothes and throwing her out onto the street. Feeling sympathetic for her plight, I offered to help her out by providing her with some basic essentials.

However, I couldn't help but notice that Blair seemed quite desperate for assistance, her eyes darting around nervously as she waited for someone to step forward. This piqued my interest, and I decided to up the ante by offering more than just material help; I proposed an exchange - a blowjob for my help. To my surprise, Blair agreed without hesitation.

Our transaction took place in the park where we had more privacy. Despite being hesitant at first, Blair eventually succumbed to my advances and willingly gave me head. She bobbed up and down on my cock, taking it as deep into her throat as she could. The sensation was overwhelmingly erotic, stirring up primal desires within me.

As she continued to pleasure me in this manner, it became increasingly clear that Blair wanted more than just a quick blowjob. She moaned and gyrated against my pelvis, her wanton cunt rubbing against my thigh. Unable to resist any longer, I pulled her close and began thrusting into her tight teen pussy. We fucked passionately on the grass, our moans muffled by the sounds of nature around us.

Despite her youthful inexperience, Blair proved to be quite adept at pleasing me; her body had incredible curves, busty tits and a pretty face with gorgeous eyes. She rode me hard, meeting every stroke with eager enthusiasm. Eventually, we both reached a climax - hers less intense than mine but no less satisfying for either of us. She lay panting beneath me as I came inside her, shooting my load across her pretty face.

In the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions - lust, satisfaction and a twinge of guilt for exploiting Blair's vulnerable situation. As I watched her dress quickly and scurry off into the night, I realized that our brief encounter had blurred the lines between desire and exploitation. A fleeting thought crossed my mind: would I ever see Blair again?