Making her stumble to somewhat on his right side he made some room for his hand to be on her right breast and knead it over her fabric. Her face had this look telling him to stop but he was not looking at her pleading eyes.
His movements on her body were frantic and urgent. The moment he slid her dress down her right breast she couldn't take it and looked away over his shoulder blinking a tear away. His mouth came onto the crook of her neck while his one hand worked on her butt and the other was kneading her tender breast making her n****e trapped somewhere in between his fingers.
A loud gasp escaped her throat when his teeth nibbled her skin roughly and his hands went more wild on her body. She felt her body getting liquified in his hold and couldn't feel balanced in this compromised co
