GENEVIEVE
-No…
The hand that was touching my face is now wrapped around my throat. Tight. Not so tight that it cuts off my oxygen, but tight enough that all my attention is focused on him and the nerve endings in my jaw where his thumb is brushing. His other hand grips my shirt and he pulls, ripping it with more ease than any man should. I don't see the buttons flying, but I hear the sound of them scattering down the stairs. My breasts bounce, and even though I'm covered by a bra, it doesn't last long. He pulls it down, ripping the straps from my shoulder, and I gasp, the sound so excited I don't recognize it as coming from me.
He exposes my pale, bare breasts with two hard, pink n*****s that ache and harden with each passing second. And the air that hits them has nothing to do
