Stomach. XXX He stops. She needed to feel his cock being forced into her, deep. Her legs. To inflict it on others. She can feel it pressed harder to her skin as he slides it downwards, cutting her soft skin as well as her shirt, stopping at her waist once the shirt falls open. Only a button is still showing on the sinister device. She can’t say no. She watches as it begins to tighten it’s hold on her. Afraid. He leans against her, wrapping his arms around her. Her hands touching her amazing 38 C breast gliding down to her short plaid skirt covering a matching lacy blue thong above her fishnet stockings tucked into knee high leather high heeled boots. Beginning again. Then she feels something else. Rammed. She screams so loud
