His swats continued until each rounded globe matched the colour of her panties.Layla squeaked in response. The liquid of her pussy clung to the fabric...of her panties, forming a darkened wet spot. “Oh you like that, do you?” he leered, slapping her harder. Layla groaned louder, in response.Slowly, running his fingers over her covered pussy lips he could feel the slickness of her seeping juice. “You need to keep quiet, slut,” he retorted, before roughly tugging her knickers from her.‘ Fuck ,’ he. " she whispered."if you're talking about on the bus I swear I didn't do anything I was just as freaked out as you after it," i said with hast and a pinch of panic to make it convincing. I quickly shoved her off me walked out of the closet. I could hear a growl from her as she walked out. I got to class and sat down in the back like normal. ash sat right next to me and looked at me. "would you leave me alone." I pleaded to her. she rolled her eyes. "what am I doing you're a pathetic boy you. "I'm too sensitive. It hurts," you tell me, still breathing hard. I wet my finger again and run it over the sensitive bud. "No. It still hurts," you tell me trying unsuccessfully to twist your body away from my finger. I do it again. And again your body jerks and you try and pull away. But I do not stop. I continue to run my fingers over your swollen orb. You tell me that it hurts; that it is too soon; that it is very sensitive. You ask me to stop. You tell me to stop. I do not. "No.. He wondered why he hadn'tthrown those clothes out as he cleaned. He wished he could get outof those shoes. She called to him that she was going to run into town for a bit.She said she would be home in time for supper. He wondered what sheneeded from town, as she very seldom had to do any shopping becauseshe usually did it at the end of her day. He finished the bedroom and went to make supper, deciding to makeit a simple supper. It was cooking when Serena came home carryingtwo bags and went.