You lean in to capture my plump lips between your teeth. I gasp out of pain and surprise but feel my undies dampen. My eyes flutter shut as your finge...s trace my panty line. I push my hips against you feeling your hardness. I can't help but moan and grind against you. You chuckle and turn me around, my ass perfectly flush with you. My hands push against the counter to support myself as you continue your wonderful assault on my body. My eyes close as your lips attack my neck. Your tongue tasting. I saw the bulge in his boxers, he saw my stares. I was a bit embarrassed when I realized he caught me. He knew I was a virgin, and I knew he was not. Ryan was letting me choose the pace of our relationship, but tonight he took charge. He laid me down on the bed, my short nightgown raising to expose my white undies with pink bows on the side. He leaned up rubbing himself on me, kissing my lips. I knew what was about happen, and I couldn't be happier. As he kissed my neck I whispered, "I love. But I wasn't thinking clearly. All Icould focus on was saving the boy I love.The punk with the gun smiled when he saw me. His girlfriend wasn't,well, as endowed as I am. Apparently he's what they call a breast man.His sick smile told me exactly what he was thinking. "Well, I was justgonna take your car, but I think I'm gonna bring you along for the ride,sugar. You're a real dish." He was a hollow-chested little man withgreasy hair and a nail-file mustache. A thin mustache looks handsome onClark. Pleasurable heat sizzled between her thighs. She gasped behind the hood, breathing through her nose heavily. Then, she collapsed at the side of the room. The blue-haired vixen's nerves felt so sensitive, reacting to the slightest touch from the crotch strap. Within moments, her body already felt the primal need to be touched, to be fondled, to be used by someone.What the hell was that pill? she thought. Her hips rocked upward. Her thoughts dived straight into the gutter. Images of Pascal's nude.