She has just made the worst mistake of her life. Suddenly she is bucking wildly beneath me, her screams filling my ears as she came hard. While I had never hit on her, I had certainly looked at her in a manner that she felt was inappropriate. My stomach slapping into her back as I slammed inyo her. It feels great, until even more slipped in. Once there and the door closes, I push her back against the wall. She feels the orgasm gathering low in her belly, and feels her muscles tighten in anticipation of her release. She begins to push back to meet my strokes, her cries of anger turning to moans of pleasure. ” I can’t.” She whispered. Her pussy quivering. She would. Through the fog of the alcohol, she thought to herself how she would enjoy this interlude, I would leave and she would masturbate in the shower. Safe from me and safe from her own feelings of lust. Unreservedly, I move to grasp her tits again. ” John please, we can’t do this. ” Maybe I’ve misjudged her,” I thought, as I brought a hand to her breast and begin to lightly lift it. Her body begins to react to the stimulation despite her revulsion. ” Stop fighting me,” I ordered. I grabbed a handful of her
