I like it in any case, and the next time he pushes in, I don’t press against his legs in panic but let him come and move my body so that he has better access. What would happen if someone did come by, or if they took my skirt and just left? I regret coming here at that moment and want to leave. Apparently he tests my gag reflex because his cock goes deep into my throat and out again. I thought about how I could avoid this situation, but I immediately realized the futility of such an undertaking. The closer Saturday came, the more paranoid I became. Instead of fighting back, he presses his hard cock even deeper into my throat, and my eyes go black. I don’t want any more! If I took my skirt off, I would be kneeling in the middle of the forest in just my blouse and no underwear. If he seriously hurts me, I’ll rip his balls off. Good or bad. Good or bad. It makes me hot, wet, and extremely aroused. The cock slips out of my throat, and I cough heavily, trying to catch my breath. He’s actually doing it! Take your clothes off.” That’s not a request.
