FVMA Yelling
From Create Your Own Story
You keep screaming, but this time, the masked man steps forward and grabs your breasts hard. A yelp escapes your lips as he twists your tits under your thin spaghetti strap shirt. Finally, he lifts up your shirt and your nipples go hard in the chilly air.
"I didn't want it to go like this," he says in his silky voice, "but I think I know how to calm you down." He shoves his face between your breasts, leaning his weight against your chest. It's hard to breathe, much less yell, but it means that he shifts his body close to you.
What do you do?
