She tried to rise, to cry out, express her indignation, but he still had his mouth firmly clamped over hers. And the guy was strong.
She was also aware that he had freed her breasts from the constraints of the lab coat and that the cool air had crisped her n*****s. He was laughing in her mouth, his tongue working it like a mop in a bucket. There was a hand on her left breast, the n****e firmly held between his thumb and forefinger.
In desperation, she let her muscles uncoil and she breathed steadily through her nose. He sensed capitulation, the victory, the fight leaving her limbs as surely as water runs downhill. He pulled back. Lifted his head.
She closed her eyes and turned her face away. She heard herself surrender: “Please. Just do what you have to do. And then go.”
He bounded up
