“You’re crushing my tummy,” she moaned as his finger dug into her waist. She stopped when she reached her butt and actually turned around so he could see. With nothing else to be done, he leapt out of bed and tiptoed across the floor to the balcony door. “Okay, you’re being a little scarier,” she admitted. She let out a guttural groan when she landed in his lap and his cock slid deep into her butt again. “I don’t know who to believe. It would be far too much like a television cliché, a pretty girl walking outside naked. Georgia was sighing from having his cock slide out of her cunt when she began screaming from having it rammed into her asshole. You are a participant.”
“But you said fucking someone was not the same as participating.”
“But it’s not rape,” he argued. If she started to push away, he might pursue her more forcefully, but until that moment, he was going to take things slowly. Aaron was lying on his back on the sorry excuse for a cot that he called a bed. “We can just talk for a moment, right?”
“I… need to go,” she muttered while rushing through the balcony door.
