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| - | You pry your way between people until you reach the bathroom. Hoping he didn't follow you, you push your way in and hide in a stall and lock the door to think | + | You pry your way between people until you reach the bathroom. Hoping he didn't follow you, you push your way in and hide in a stall and lock the door to think things through. Laquon just tried to ''molest'' you, a pretty white girl. You shiver and pull out your phone to call Sara for a ride home. As you scroll through your contacts, you hear the door to the bathroom close sharply. |
| - | You freeze, | + | You freeze, trying to stay as possible, but the footsteps keep coming toward your stall. The light blue shade of the bathroom light casts a shadow of a pair of legs across the tiled floor. |
| - | “Hey, | + | “Hey, slut, I know you’re in here. I can smell your sweet dripping white pussy. I need to feel that nice ass again. Come on, I have another drink for you right here Tay baby,” Laquon sings. He hears your panting and shoots his arm underneath the stall door, grabbing your ankle and pulling. You try to shake free, but you trip over your boots, and your ass lands with a hard smack on the bathroom tiles. Laquon grabs your legs with his big black muscular arms and drags you out from underneath the stall door. |
| - | "Let me go | + | "Let me go Laquon! What the fuck are you doing!" you scream, terrified, as the tiles scratch your beautiful bare thighs. Laquon yanks the hem of your dress up around your waist and sits on your stomach. |
| - | “You like this, baby, right?” | + | “You like this, baby girl, right?” You suddenly feel black fingers groping between your legs, as Laquon tries to get a feel of your pussy through your silky white thong, which in the exertion of the past few moments has gotten wedged firmly in-between your wet, outer lips. His other hand reaches for your cleavage cutout and roughly squeezes one of your exposed perky white tits. |
| - | "Get off me | + | "Get off me, Laquon! I'll call the fucking cops! You're disgusting!" In his lust, Laquon neglects to pin your arms down, and you punch him in the nose. |
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| + | "Arrggh!" Laquon's eyes water and he reels back. | ||
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*[[Take this opportunity and pry him off you| Take this opportunity and pry him off you]] | *[[Take this opportunity and pry him off you| Take this opportunity and pry him off you]] | ||
| - | *[[Reach in your purse and try to call Gina, the cops, ANYBODY!| Reach in your purse and try to call | + | *[[Reach in your purse and try to call Gina, the cops, ANYBODY!| Reach in your purse and try to call Sara, the cops, ANYBODY!]] |
[[Category: Life of a 13 year old]] | [[Category: Life of a 13 year old]] | ||
Current revision as of 00:57, 9 December 2018
You pry your way between people until you reach the bathroom. Hoping he didn't follow you, you push your way in and hide in a stall and lock the door to think things through. Laquon just tried to molest you, a pretty white girl. You shiver and pull out your phone to call Sara for a ride home. As you scroll through your contacts, you hear the door to the bathroom close sharply.
You freeze, trying to stay as possible, but the footsteps keep coming toward your stall. The light blue shade of the bathroom light casts a shadow of a pair of legs across the tiled floor.
“Hey, slut, I know you’re in here. I can smell your sweet dripping white pussy. I need to feel that nice ass again. Come on, I have another drink for you right here Tay baby,” Laquon sings. He hears your panting and shoots his arm underneath the stall door, grabbing your ankle and pulling. You try to shake free, but you trip over your boots, and your ass lands with a hard smack on the bathroom tiles. Laquon grabs your legs with his big black muscular arms and drags you out from underneath the stall door.
"Let me go Laquon! What the fuck are you doing!" you scream, terrified, as the tiles scratch your beautiful bare thighs. Laquon yanks the hem of your dress up around your waist and sits on your stomach.
“You like this, baby girl, right?” You suddenly feel black fingers groping between your legs, as Laquon tries to get a feel of your pussy through your silky white thong, which in the exertion of the past few moments has gotten wedged firmly in-between your wet, outer lips. His other hand reaches for your cleavage cutout and roughly squeezes one of your exposed perky white tits.
"Get off me, Laquon! I'll call the fucking cops! You're disgusting!" In his lust, Laquon neglects to pin your arms down, and you punch him in the nose.
"Arrggh!" Laquon's eyes water and he reels back.
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