Struggle to escape.
From Thread 1
Current revision as of 23:07, 18 September 2008
You refuse to put up with this indignity!
You plant your feet against the ground and push up with all your strength, trying to knock him off. The bastard is agile, though, and the force merely pushes his crotch tight against your chest; he laughs and squeezes them tighter, making you clench your teeth against the pain. He then pushes back, his weight bringing your hips down to the ground again. You then try rocking side to side, but his knees on either side of your body keep him from being dislodged; you succeed only in rotating your skin slightly around his member.
"Ooh, yes..." he moans, and begins to rub your tits up and down in opposite directions; "Struggle all you like, it's just better for me... mm!"
He presses your firm globes together and drives his length again into the valley between them. Your attempt to escape seems to have only made him even hornier; each plunge forward gets faster and faster, harder, all the while squeezing, thrusting, until he can't hold it in any more. He suddenly pulls back, grabs his cock and groans loudly as it fires thick, creamy spurts of his seed all over your breasts.
"Hey, you done now?" comes a voice from the darkness. "Fair's fair; you won the toss, you got your go, now it's our turn!" A chorus of "yeah"s and "come on"s suggest quite a crowd. The merlurn on your chest gets up, and you hear the others approaching.
You:
