I spotted two girls walking together—one was a minimal, adorable type, while the other had that sweet charm somewhere between childlike and mature. I instantly became obsessed with seeing their panties. I tried approaching them, but failed, so I resorted to stalking. As I followed them, I kept secretly snapping upskirt shots, each one making my cock harder until the urge became uncontrollable. Eventually, they caught me—but I pulled out my trusted tactic: offering money for sex. Since they were still students, I'd seen this work before—just flashing cash was enough to get them to follow. In a secluded spot, I first convinced them to show me their underwear, then escalated to nipple sucking, ball licking, underside-of-the-shaft blowjob, handjob, and finally made them take my massive load. The way they looked at me like trash turned me on so much I nearly blacked out. We also recorded full-on sex scenes. Through countless sexual encounters, I truly realized the power of money. As we parted ways, one said, "It felt twice as good as sex with my regular boyfriend." The more innocent, tight-lipped girl was still developing, completely shaved, and taking a big cock for the first time—she kept moaning, "It's reaching my stomach!" The other, with a great figure, was nearly an adult, capable of vaginal orgasms, and seemed to have some prior experience. Still, she admitted this different kind of sex felt addictive: "I think I might get hooked on this..."