Poor Lilly

Lilly had just blown out eighteen candles, but fuck, she still looked like pure jailbait—tiny face, wide eyes, that tall, painfully thin body with barely-there tits and long coltish legs that made her seem so much younger. Fragile. Breakable. The kind of girl men wanted to ruin.
She was dope-sick bad this time, shivering on the floor of her stepdad’s house while he was out, her virgin-tight pussy (except for those nights he’d held her down and forced his thick cock into her crying little hole) clenching around nothing but withdrawal pain. No money. No phone credit. Dealer’s place miles away. Her tall, slender frame ached, skin clammy, that flat belly cramping.
She knew what she had to do.
Dressed in the smallest skirt she owned and a cropped hoodie that showed her narrow waist, Lilly slipped out and stood on the corner like a lost little lamb. The first car that slowed was a middle-aged guy in a beat-up sedan. She leaned in, voice small and trembling but laced with desperate slut energy. “I need a ride across town... I’ll pay however you want.”
His eyes raked over her— that babyface on an 18-year-old body. He grinned. “Get in.”
In the back seat she didn’t wait. Lilly hiked up her skirt, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties, her smooth, barely-used pussy already glistening from the sick heat. “Use me,” she whispered, climbing onto him reverse cowgirl so he could watch her long thin legs shake. He was thick and rough, stretching her tight walls that had only ever known her stepdad’s forced thrusts. She gasped, biting her lip hard as he speared up into her, hands gripping her narrow hips like he might snap her in half.
“Fuck... you feel illegal,” he groaned, pounding her harder. Lilly rode him with frantic little bounces, her tall body arching, small tits bouncing under the hoodie as she chased that numb high she needed. She came shamefully fast, whimpering like a broken doll while he filled her raw, pumping hot cum deep into that freshly 18-year-old cunt.
He dropped her off blocks from the dealer’s with a slap on her ass and a “good girl.”
Now came the real payment.
The dealer opened the door and laughed low when he saw her—flushed, cum trickling down those long thin thighs, looking like a used-up teenager even though she’d just hit legal. “Stepdad not feeding you enough dick and dope, huh?”
Lilly dropped to her knees in his dirty living room, tall frame folding like she was made for this. She sucked him with eager, sloppy devotion—those big innocent eyes watering as she forced more of his fat cock down her throat than her stepdad ever made her take. Gagging, drooling, thin body trembling while she fingered her leaking pussy.
He bent her over the couch next, yanking her hips back so her long legs spread wide. “Still so fucking tight,” he growled, slamming in balls-deep in one brutal stroke. Lilly moaned like a whore in heat, pushing back against him, her tall slender body taking every violent thrust. He fucked her mean—pulling her hair, slapping her tiny ass red—while she begged between sobs of pleasure and withdrawal. “Please... just give me a bag... I’ll let you cum inside again...”
He did. Twice. Once in her pussy, once pulling out to paint her flat little belly and small tits while she shook through another orgasm. When he finally tossed her the dope, Lilly was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess—tall thin legs barely holding her up, babyface flushed with shame and satisfaction.

After the dealer dumped his second load across Lilly’s flat little belly, she lay there panting, tall thin body glistening with sweat and cum, that babyface still flushed like a corrupted doll. The dope he’d given her was barely enough to take the edge off. She needed more. Way more.
“Greedy little bitch,” he laughed, zipping up. “The boys in the back are bored. You let them run a train on that skinny 18-year-old frame and I’ll hook you up proper. Enough to keep you floating for days.”
Her stomach twisted.