Forced & Used by Six in the Grass
"Hold my purse," Casey says as she thrusts it at me.
I take it, and watch as she ducks into an alley, lifts up her skirt that she's not wearing panties under, and pees on the ground.
"Jesus, Casey," I say. "Maybe you shouldn't have had so much to drink."
"Oh, you're the innocence police now, huh? Come on, Emma. I saw you grinding all over Tommy Jackson's d**k all night. You must have been feeling pretty good too, huh? Leave me alone."
I laugh, and shake my head. "Yeah, I grinded all over his d**k. I did that s**t sober, sweetheart. It was fun to tease a guy for once in my life. I wasn't going to f**k him, obviously."
"I bet you broke your hymen rubbing all over his jeans."
"f**k you," I reply with a middle finger right in her face.
She straightens
