Snow White
“Well, no. Not so fast, baby!” the big black grinned up at her face. “At least I for one have a whole package of appreciation for you!” He pulled her further towards him, she tried to hold back, but had no weight or foothold to counterbalance with, and ended standing reluctantly well in between his big spread-out legs, forced to bend over and overlook the blatant display of his bulging hard groin, with what he may well have been referring to as his package.
Her wrist looked incredibly thin locked in his big hand – her porcelain peach skin captured in his calloused black paw was a scary view.
“But please!” she complained. “I need nothing! I want nothing!”
“Hehe, don’t be so stuck-up, now, pretty lady.” He took a new hold with his other hand around her forearm so he could pull her even a bit closer, her feet stopping at the couch, leaving her no more possibility than to be bent further over.
“No…!” she protested, more intensely. “You’ve had your fun. They’ve hurt me!” She held the other hand over her skirt hem behind her to protect against the others who were closing in. “I don’t want to! I need to go home now! Let go…!”
“No, you don’t need to go anywhere now” he rumbled. “You need to come here…” He took yet another grip with the first hand, now around her skinny upper arm. The big black hand encircled it completely, pressing the innocently white thin woven fabric of the sleeve hard into her helpless little muscles. He forced her arm straight down and pulled her even closer.
“No, please…” she protested. “Let go… you’re hurting my arm…!”
“Hehe, no, Snow White, I’m just making sure you listen!”
She could turn away sideways around his hold of her arm to get more distance, but she feared she’d be easily pulled down backwards on his lap, so she chose to support herself with her free arm on his chest, awkwardly bent over his lap, but able to keep standing and keep distance and control.
“To what…!?”
“Hehe, to the rhythm!” he grunted in his deep voice, and started slapping his fingers. He grinned at her face, but she looked down and avoided his eyes.
“Cmon, baby, theresno, maybe!” he sang in between the sharp loud snaps he made just at her ear. “Letsgo, Snowwhite, lapdance, tonnite!” It went without saying that he was just demonstrating that he was holding her in an awkward position with still that hand free. The boys around snickered from his performance, inspiring him to keep tormenting her while he lowered his snapping hand along her body. “Snowwhite, trusting, Blacksnake, thrusting!”
The boys cheered and laughed naughtily. He made a few more slaps while touching her knee and when he stopped she could do nothing to prevent him from laying his long fingers around the pointed little cap and her slender thigh and caressing her possessively.
“You need to come here and sit a bit on uncle Santa’s lap!”
“Nohh… let ghh…!”
“We’ll make sure to take your thoughts off the dirty little dwarfs for a while!” he chuckled at the boys.
He pulled harder and she resisted. She did not want at any price to end up on that strangely bulging lap. She realized that it was his balls that bulged down his crotch and that his cock was stretching up making a weird tenting curl. He blatantly leaned back, exposing himself, forcing her face closer and closer to the monstrous thing in there.
She also realized how easy it would be to bust those balls with her knee if she was forced to.
But before she got to it, he stroked up around the back of the knee and continued up her thigh, under her skirt, pulling her closer, and she struggled to stay at distance and not fall into his lap.
“Don’t be afraid, Snow White…” He felt her legs up more intensely. “I just wanna give these sensational stalks of yours a good treat…you like it…?” He laughed of her gasping and desperate struggles to withstand his slowly increasing force feeling close to overpowering her feeble arm as the only counter-hold left now.
“And this cute little ass too!” His hand took the top of her thigh and slid up to grab a buttock under her dress and slip.
“Let go, you ape!” she gasped. “Keep your filthy hands off me!”
He laughed and pulled her in harder, and she felt such a need to get his hand off that she let go of supporting herself on him, to tug on his arm. That made her fall in and she was forced to set one knee up to hold back. She ended up setting the boot shaft over one of his thighs instead of between them, in order to get real holdback and not sink into the softness of the sofa. It was scary to see her silken thin knee and thigh rest on his thick log of a thigh.
“Oh, yeah, hehe!” he leered “Come to Santa!” He pulled her steadily past her chances to remain standing. “I have a big present for good girls!”
“No… let go, I said!” She set her nails into the forearm of the hand that took her bum, and he swore and got it out and instead took her around her waist with both hands and swept her into his lap.
“No… what are you do…! she protested and fought, but he got her pulled over his thigh till her hips and stomach hit his. Her other leg however stopped against the couch at first, making her end up spread wide open over his lap, and instinctively she struggled to get also that leg up over him to collect them and protect herself.
He chuckled and bent her sideways to help her get up, and she realized she would end up straddled over him and started instead to try to twist herself out of that. She crawled and pushed on his shoulders and arms and managed to get enough support by her legs to lift herself off his groin. He let his hands slide up along her torso, stroking her breasts, and took a good deep hold of her armpits and lifted her up. She could not believe he could do that from his leaned back position under her, that he could straighten his arms and lift her up off his lap like a little girl on dad’s lap. Despite her length, he was strong enough to do exactly that as if she weighed nothing.
“Hey… what… let me do..” It felt like his big hands were totally encircling her slender chest. He swung her a couple of times back and forth, the only thing she could do was to hold on to his arms.
“Hey!” he like answered her. “Hehe, you’re a little toy girl, aren’t ya!”
“Nohh… let go…!“ she gasped. “Let me down!”
He laughed and sat her down. She managed to collect her legs better now, but through his pants felt a long hard snakelike rod on her bum, and realized he had sat her directly on his cock. Her wide dress skirt had ended up to all sides leaving only her hose and panties between her soft bum and his hard package. She tried to get away, but her legs were out now to one side, and the boots got sort of stuck against his ample pants. She didn’t know any strategy to get up, and when she tried to get her boots and legs to help her crawl off, he maneuvered her legs back or lifted them a bit, making her remain sitting on that fat hard snake.
“Nohh…nohh…” she repeated and wiggled and struggled, without much effect.
He just groaned of pleasure and moved one hand down over her chest and held her back and down while he took her tits, while his other hand found her thigh and stroked up under her dress skirt, taking a good grip and holding her down and locked in his lap. She pulled and pried on both his arms.
“Mmm, girl… I almost forgot how perky your little tits are!” he mocked and squeezed them together and rolled them in one hand. But he soon moved focus downward and started jerking her bum back and forth over his groin.
“Ihhh… stophh it…!” she protested in her thinnest voice, gasping from his hands devouring on her breasts and thigh and her inability to get away from the monster she was sitting on.
“Oh yeah, Snowwhite… that’s good…” he sighed, “white little ass lap dancing…” He let go of her chest and put that hand up along her other thigh. Despite her protests and attempt to stop his arms he stroked her thighs in rough greedy takes. She tried to get them away from him, and to move off his lap, but he pulled his knees up high to keep her sliding back, and with his long arms he had access to her legs no matter which way or angle she tried to escape, and while playing with them he kept her easily in place also.
“Let go of me, you filthy ape!” she scolded. “Lethh…gohh!” Her hands could little do than to hold on to his thick wrists to try to keep him under control, or to support herself on his arms and legs to try to stay out of contact with his cock.
“Haha, baby… you don’t like Kong hands up your precious silky pins, huh?” He handled and squeezed her thighs harder. When her hands and nails became too fierce, he collected her wrists and kept them locked in one hand while he took her clenching writhing thighs as he wanted.
“Let’s see what else Kong we have for you…” He let go her arms and shoved both his hands up along her thighs, up under her dress skirt, and took hold of her hips, far up mostly around her waist.
“Noiihh..! Let go, you devil!” she whined and crouched instinctively to protect herself, but there was no way she could get to his hands and get them off – she could only pull on his forearms and try to keep her dress in place.
He pulled her closer, lifted her a bit, centered her bum on his groin, and let her down. She panted heavily of humiliation and terror and pulled and pried and tried to work her legs around to lift and kick herself off, but he held her stuck.
“Haha, girl, yeah, you fight!” he laughed, and they all laughed raw, obviously liking her naked thighs struggling their hopeless battle. He used his grip around her hips and waist and started rolling her bum over his groin, grinding her back and forth over his shaft.
“No, please…!” she protested thinly, hating each take he abused her with to please his cock.
He shoved her dress well up, letting the others get a good view of her lower parts in the tight pantyhose.
“Nice little rack, eh, boys?”
She fought with her arms and kicked and squirmed her long thin silky legs, but only to cause an increased roar of filthy comments.
“Yeah, man, fuck, grind her!”
“Strip her!”
“Yeah thread her on!”
“Hehe, yeah, maybe…!” The nigger’s long fingers were all over the pace around her hips and tummy. “You want me to split her in two, haha!?”
Marisha was shocked from the words they used, and boiled inside of fear and need to defend herself.
But before she came to her senses, he let go with one hand and used the other over her chest to pull her back against him. He took a grip over her throat and kissed and bit her neck and ear, while he held her in place with the other hand and yanked his hips up to press harder against her crotch.
“Ihhrrrgghhh….!” She whined and gasped of the sensations of his intruding mouth, while she was humped.
It got him even more aroused and he suddenly took a grip with both hand around her chest and turned her around, pulling her behind him as he rotated with her. She landed on her back in the couch. He was over her in a fraction of a second, pressing her into the soft corner of the seat and back pillows. She fought with arms and legs, but he placed a knee between her legs and quickly captured her arms and forced them down as he laid all his big weight over her. She felt like he covered her completely. Behind the broad shoulders over her head she could see her boots kick in the air and her thin arms hammer uselessly on him when he let them be and instead grabbed her neck and back.
She was so relieved when he suddenly let her be and sat back up. She hurried to straighten her dress down over her underwear and thighs. But the way he sat at her hips – kind of watching over her – made her hesitate to try to get up. Then he reached forward and stroked her forehead and down her cheek and chin, not saying anything, just owning her. God, how she hated it.
He continued down her neck and shoulder and collar and played with her tits with just one hand. She could not help putting her own slender white hands on his to keep it under control, but she didn’t dare try to stop him. He didn’t say anything, she neither, it was so degrading. She fought to hold her sobbing back.
He moved on downwards, stroked and caressed her little tummy through the dress.
Then down to her thigh. He took a big hold midway down, on the inside, at the hem of the dress. She tried not to gasp, but she did, and she hated how it made him smile that ugly smile. He moved it up a couple of inches.
“No, please…!” she begged.
He laughed. Then he moved his hand down to her knee, straightened his back, and looked down at her while he cuddled her slim thigh and little knee cap kind of innocently.
“You’re a hot chick!” he said. “And you know it, don’t you?” She shook her head, for some reason. He chuckled. “You like to make out?” She showed that she didn’t. “You any good at it?”
Marisha didn’t know what to do or say. She hated the thought of being forced to make out with him or anyone of the gang. But if she could get away with it and not be raped…
He interrupted her thoughts by yanking his jacket off slowly. “No, please…” she pleaded. He smiled wickedly by her plea, then he pulled his T-shirt off over his head. She gasped and her heart raced frm the sight – he was so scarily big and black – his skin a bit shiny of sweat, with numerous contrasting scars. He leaned over her and she instinctively embraced herself and kept her hands covering up in front, making him chuckle deeply and smile that ugly lustful grin.
“I know you’re good at it, miss!” he leered, and she was like hypnotized staring at him as he leaned over and put all his body and weight back over her.
He shoved his hands and arms in under her and wrapped her in them, arching her slender back and torso in a vice hard lock, pressing the air out of her. Her own hands and arms could nothing do except scratching and punching him, but she dared none of that, afraid that he’d hit her or squeeze life itself out of her. She struggled with her legs to survive under him, but he again had that hard thick thigh and knee up between her slim legs, and she knew that all that came out of her fighting was to hike up her dress and trigger degrading comments out of the gang watching.
“Oh, fuck man, look at her! That tiny baby girl’s gonna be blacked!” But mostly they snickered even a bit nervously from the overpowering force he took her with.
“Nohh, plshh…, lethhh…” She stretched her neck to get her face away from him as he attacked her again with that disgustingly big sleazy mouth. He used the opportunity to take a big slivering bite over her throat at first and then the side of the neck as she tried to turn away. His bite sank deep into her soft flesh and his teeth pressed in against the thin skin and felt like cutting through, making her gasp and whine of fear. He moved around on her, choking her, then came to her ear and started teasing and violating it. Biting, licking, blowing, eating. It was gruesome and scary, especially with the deep roaring sounds he all too happily made.
As he worked on her vulnerable thin neck, her head was tossed around in the little space between him, her squeezed shoulders, and the couch. She was forced to meet the leering faces of the gang looking down at her when they didn’t look at her struggling legs and surely exposed underwear.
“How’re you doing, lady?”
“Hehe, she’s making out fine!”
She wanted to beg them for help, but saw no point and tried just to swallow the humiliation and to survive.
He finally pulled out one arm from under her, took a better hold of her with the other, and started taking her breasts while he continued to kiss and lick and bite her. She tried to hold him back with her hands, but he showed them resolutely away and took her little tits just as greedily as he had done before.
“Oh, yeah – now he’s taking her good…!” the stocky boy cheered. “Take her pussy, for Christ’s sake. It’s begging for something bigger!” They all laughed.
And the big nigger equally resolutely slid his hand down her chest and stomach, down in between her kegs, and up under her dress. He forced it past her attempt to clench her thighs and took her crotch. Contrary to the eager hard little hand of the kid who had taken her before, this grip was overwhelmingly big and calmly powerful.
He started to molest her pussy by slowly kneading her entire crotch and butt through her underwear, while he continued kissing her neck. She was completely helpless under his weight, smothering her slender body into the couch, leaving her skinny arms and legs flailing in useless desperation.
She tried to ignore the sickening indistinguishable sounds of pleasure he grunted while he took her. She tried to relax and hope it was soon over, that he got what he wanted.
He noticed it, and raised his head from her neck and looked her in her eyes. She almost vomited by his bad breath and sick grin just two inches from her face.
“Hehe, so you’re getting to like it!” he leered while continuing to take her pussy. “You’re a good little make-out doll! It’s good for your precious li’l cunnie?” He rolled her clit area hard through her underwear, as if she had any pleasure out it.
She looked away and could not possible answer to his silly degrading filth. He felt how he reacted to her attempted ignorance.
“No? We’ll see. I wanna play a little with you, baby snow white. We’ll have a bit more fun…!”
Marisha got shivers from what he said and regretted that she hadn’t played along. Before she could repair it, he moved the hand he had under her up to her neck and took a big hard grip around it from underneath, holding her head and face straight. Her eyes and mouth went big of the scary brutality, and she gasped and moaned of the pain.. Then he dove down into her throat with his mouth, opened wide, and took a hard bite over her vulnerable life chords. Her eyes went even bigger as he choked the blood to her brain and the air to her lungs. She was heaving for air while getting dizzy. His slow hard rolling takes of her pussy and his deep sounds of pleasure and breathing through his nose against her chin and throat made the torment as unbearable as it could get, she thought.
But when her air supply was completely cut, out of breath as she was already, it took only a couple of seconds before she lost control of her body, and started twitching and worming uncontrolledly. Her legs kicked wildly making her boots hit everything within reach, the couch, the floor, and him, while her hips and bum arched her pussy against his hand. Her slender little hands pushed and pried on the sweaty black muscles all over her, and she tugged his fat curly hair, but mostly her stalks of arms were flailing uselessly, hammering without effect on his shoulders and back.
The hammering painful cotton in her head brought her close to fainting, smearing the feeling of his hard fingers against her soft pussy and his hand and bite over her neck and throat together into a black but all too real nightmare.
He eased his bite over her throat to let her heave in some air in the last moment. He lifted his head just above hers again.
“Here, you like playing…?” he mocked, and put his big mouth over hers and kissed her, making sure that his cheek closed her nostrils. She again panicked and tried to turn her face away, but the hold in her neck made it so painful that she let him hold her and kiss her until the air went out and it blackened her eyes, and she again twitched like mad to get free.
He let go of the kiss and looked down at her gasping in air, seemingly loving her agony, while he continued to grope her between her legs struggling but unable to clench enough to protect her defenseless pussy.
When she started to get her breath back, the bastard turned his hand around her neck a bit, holding her more sideways, and got the thumb in position over her throat. He probed the thumb a bit around till he found the spot that choked her singe-handedly, in the soft part just above her collar bones inside the bow of the dress collar.
He watched her run out of air again, and as she started to panic, he moved the other hand out of her crotch, up to her chest, pulling the dress up a bit with it, leaving her stomach exposed in the pantyhose. He let the hand rest on her ribs outside of the dress, fingering and touching her breasts lightly, while he seemed to enjoy how the squirming and worming welled through her petite torso in its struggle for air and survival. As she got spastic, the big black hand was all over her tits and ribs and bare waist and belly, encapsulating her long slim body as it wormed wildly in his hand.
“Oh, yeah, baby…” he grunted calmly while she was fighting for her life. “You’re fun little doll to play with…”
He let her get air, and used it to feel her over as her little chest was struggling heavily for that air, before he again choked her, waited for her body to go berserk, and laughed as he played with her panicking body.
“Oh, hehe, wow, you’re a feisty little wench, hehe, aren’t you, snow white…” he chuckled and let her breathe again just before she blacked out.
“You’re really good at making out!” He stroked over her ribs and tits and shoulders again as they were heaving to get that air. “I’ll make you a deal, OK? Since you’re so good. OK, make-out toy?”
Marisha had no option than to agree – anything to get out of this, alive. She nodded and straightened her dress down with one shaking hand while she held on to his hand that was feeling her up with the other.
“OK, come on up, I’ll tell you about it.” He let go of her neck and got up from her. When he stepped out of the couch, she could not help throwing scared eyes for a moment at that enormous bulge on his pants that she had felt so hard in her butt earlier when he had taken her on his lap and against her stomach and hips when he had smothered her against the couch. He sat himself straddled casually on one the ample armrest next to her head.
She was completely dissolved, shaking like a leaf all over, still breathing heavily, whimpering thinly from the fear and humiliation. The boys just stared at her in kind of awe that she was still alive, probably, until the gang leader felt that he had to break the silence, looking down at her.
“Haha, baby, still in one piece!”
She pulled her legs up a bit and struggled to get the dress to cover as much as possible while she prepared to try to get up and out of the couch.
“That’s good… who’s next for a cuddle?” He seemed to be more than ready to be the one to throw himself over her, but the stocky boy wanted in, too.
“Me! Fuck I want pussy too!” he demanded, and jumped halfway over the other armrest, under the leaning gang leader, and reached for Marisha’s boots.
“No!” she cried sharply. “Stay away, you bastard!” He managed to get hold her one ankle and pulled her light body easily towards him into the middle of the couch. But she kicked wildly with the other leg and hit him hard with the tip and heel of the boot. He swore and had to let go and lean back, and was pushed further away by the big guy.
“Alright, kid…” he said, a bit more aggressive. “Later!” The kid kept swearing, but stayed out.
Marisha used the little fight over her between them to swing her legs out and lean forward to get to her feet.
The big gang leader grabbed her arm to stop her from getting anywhere, but she managed to get up. His lusty smile left no doubt that he didn’t intend to let her go. But at the same time, the nigger leaned over and grabbed her other arm.
“I’ll take her!” he said hard, deep, firmly.
Marisha saw how he and the big gang leader looked at each other for a second, sick, evil, hard, eyes of steel that in that moment decided who’d have her, and maybe even who was going to be the gang leader from now on. She was the trophy that decided that. It was unbearably scary.
“I take her!” he repeated. The voice was incredibly hard and cold. The big guy didn’t answer, seemed to swallow the defeat, and when the nigger ripped her closer, let go of her arm.
“She wants to hear my proposal. Don’t you, pretty thing?” The nigger looked her up and down at arm’s length. Marisha was so scared she couldn’t speak, and when he pulled her towards him, she followed reluctantly but obediently. He maneuvered her in in front between his legs spread to supported him half sitting over the armrest. Then he swung her around and took hold of her waist and hips with both hands from behind, and pulled her backwards onto the armrest and his groin, but now with her legs on the floor, pressed together, as she expected the worst.
He just held her a second or two, letting her think that she had been harassed, humiliated, groped, fingered in all her holes, and scared and choked almost to death, but still alive, intact, and with her clothes on and in order. She could still and had to make it out, talk herself free, bargain her car or anything, or just flee out of this.
“Your dress is very beautiful!” he interrupted, while just moving her dress fabric lightly around, and straightening it, also, in between, to kind of show his admiration for it.
She nodded and whispered a silly Thanks.
He moved one hand up her back and started fiddling in search of the hidden little pull tab of the zipper slider in the collar of her dress.
“It’s so cute and innocently white. I’d like my girl friend to have it!” Marisha gasped and wanted to escape, but he held her back around her stomach and she didn’t dare start a fight.
“Hehe, she’s look nice as a black snow white for once…” he chuckled.
How can he have a girl friend and harass other women and even think of giving her their clothes? she thought, while he found the tab and gently opened the zipper a couple of inches, making her jump from the alarming sound.
“No… I don’t want to…” she protested. “It’s very expensive… it’s not mine, even!”
“Hehe, I think you’re trying little lies, aren’t you?” He pulled it down a bit more, tormenting her. “But if it’s not even yours I think they won’t mind or even know that my hoe at home tries it on just a few times…You wouldn’t tell them, would you, snow white?”
“No, please… stop!” She felt how the fabric loosened over her shoulders as he unzipped the dress further. “I’ll be cold!” She tried to reach behind her to stop him, but it was too awkward, and her hands could nothing do against his big paw back there.
“Haha, you’re so smart, like all white stuck-up little princesses!” he mocked. “But don’t worry – seems you have a cute little silky thing under that can keep you covered…”. He stroked the silk slip in the opening he had made, before he continued. “And we’re four and a half guys here that can help!” They all laughed, standing in a circle in front of her now, making it unbearably humiliating to be slowly unzipped while he played around with her.
“But maybe that’s where the deal comes in…” he said in a suddenly serious tone. “You have a coat in your car I think?”
Marisha got immediate hope by the words coat and not least car, and she nodded and confirmed Yes, and forgot for a second that he was pulling the zipper now down past the small of her back.
“So I think you can go and get it?” he suggested mildly. “Before we continue here…”
“Yes!” she whispered almost enthusiastically. The possibility to go there and escape or maybe be spotted by someone or at least scream was too good to be true, but she clang to it.
“That’s good, hehe!” he laughed, and continued to unzip her till it stopped just above her butt.
“I’ll get it first, OK?” she asked and reached behind her with both hands to re-zip the dress. “So you can get the dress after?”
He chuckled and grabbed both her wrists and kept her hands away from the zipper. “No, I don’t take any chances! Maybe you run and I have no dress!”
Marisha almost gasped. Was he that stupid or did he just play games with her? She couldn’t afford to not believe the first was possible.
When he had convincingly showed her that there was no chance he’d let her get to the zipper, he stroked up her slender back inside the dress with his big hands and put the around her pointed little shoulders, guiding the dress gently to the side.
Marisha gasped and almost protested and fought, but managed to maintain control to play the game, and just instinctively embraced herself to keep the dress in place over her arms and over her chest.
“But the key for the car is in here… in the dress…” she tried, as a last resort.
“Hehe, don’t worry…” he grunted. “We’ll find it. We’re not as dumb as you think, miss! Now, don’t make it difficult. I can take the dress off you nicely, or in another way…”
Out of arguments she was forced to just try to play along when he stripped her of the dress. He slid it over and down of her shoulders. He leaned over her and pulled one arm off her hands at the time. She hated it but had to help by pulling her elbows back when needed. She hated also how his big black hands peeled the dress down of her naked neck and shoulders and arms, she felt so incredibly small and feeble and vulnerable.
“Cute!” was his only comment as he fingered the thin straps and lacey details of her slip and bra which helped each other with the easy job of covering her girly little tits.
When her dress was down in her lap around her hips, he put his paws on her naked back and narrow shoulders around her neck. His fingers burned against her sensitive skin and again embraced herself to cover up, shivering of the exposure and fear of what would be next if he didn’t let her go.
“Now, I always find it so hard to decide when I strip women of their dresses…” he teased. “Shall we let it down to step out of, or lift it up over your little head?”
Marisha couldn’t believe that he tormented her with such degrading nonsense. She started to say something, but he interrupted her.
“I mean, the dirt on the floor to your pretty white innocence… or the danger of getting stuck in your princess’ jewelry or disordering your cute updo?”
Again she hesitated to choose any of the two humiliating options, and he chose for her.
“OK, take it over your head!”
She swallowed and collected the skirt in her hands and uncovered thereby her thighs under the very short silk slip, and raised it over her chest together with the rest of the dress. He put his hands possessively on her slanting hips as she did, and moved them up a bit into her waist as she stretched to get the dress over her head. By old habit she took care to not disrupt the hairdo which was mostly intact despite all she had been through.
“Mmmm… that’s nice…” he mumbled and took a grip even a bit higher around the ribs of her tiny torso as she struggled with it. Then he took the dress from her and threw it behind the couch. Her heart jumped by his careless treatment of it, but she kept her focus on the car key card in the little pocket in it. As she wanted to go, he took again the grip around her hips and pulled her back into his groin, pulling the laces of the little silk slip that covered the upper parts of her thighs further up.
“Can I go now?” she asked humbly and clenched her hosed thighs while she tried to get his hands off and the slip down.