“Oh my god! XXX I’m done. That’s when I remember that his girlfriend had been over at the house that morning. He begins to sit up, scooting out from underneath me. He holds my wrists in one hand in an incredibly uncomfortable vice-like grip that makes me feel like I’m wearing handcuffs. “Oh, I’m going to get off,” he purrs in my ear. “Even if you wanted to, you cock hungry slut.”
I slap him in the face for the affront. I double-over and squeal ridiculously loud. “Aww, you really want it, huh?” he asks. He sits on my thighs and begins to undo his grungy khaki cargo pants. I gasp and he beams even more, like a sadist. I assume that’s why he’s decided to dress me in a skirt. So lucky to have him all to myself. Fits his olive-toned skin and almond-shaped eyes
