“What did I tell you about fighting me?”“Try harder... , “ she whispered, rushing him suddenly with a hard punch to his liver. Murph dropped t... a knee in pain, grinding his teeth angrily as he glared up at her with bloodshot eyes.“God damn it Morgan! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he hissed, reaching for her again. He was faster than she anticipated considering how drunk he was. He went for her hair first, grabbing a handful of curls to snap her head back towards him. Dragging her down to. I take off my sweaty t-shirt, shorts and boxers and put them in my bag. Grabbing a towel I head to the shower room which consists of several decently sized shower stalls with curtains. I turn on the shower and wait a few seconds for the water to be a nice hot temperature which I can handle. I dispense some soap into my hands from the dispenser on the stall wall and begin washing myself. I've got my back to the curtain as I'm rubbing both of my ass cheeks with soap when suddenly I feel both of. So much for the interest in a mystery novel. Left the mall and proceeded to a local bar I had found on previous visits, that catered to individuals of similar persuasions. By this time it was nine o’clock and the place had a good crowd for a weekday evening. Taking into account that in the upstate area bars close at 1AM, things have to get going early or you are out of luck.It didn’t take long, about two beers, and I was hooked up with a local guy. The place was getting more and more. “Anything for him,” she thought in a trance, “Anything to please his hard cock …” He then quickly flipped her over and pushed her further onto the bed. He then climbed on top of her and lifted her skimpy gown over her head. Arabella had not been wearing a bra, she now felt completely vulnerable with her small tits exposed to him. She whined as his strong hands cupped her miniature 34A breasts. A small moan escaped her lips when his tongue lasciviously lapped and suctioned her sensitive.