“Get your filthy hands off me!” I snap, pushing him backwards two steps. Still he claps his c**k but the pumping fist has stopped. His face is one of surprise, anger and desperate need. I should kick him in those churning balls for this but I am not quite finished with this man yet, even if this battle has been lost. I might still have him on my terms. I turn. I don’t know from where I summon the hussy instinct but I do it. My hand stays on my crotch to prevent him driving into me but I present my bare rump to him, all stuck out and inviting.
“Spurt on my ass!” I order him.
His gasp is like a little yelp at the sight of me. Immediately I feel the sticky end of his c**k pressed at me and the smack of his fist again and again at my buttocks. His tip is pressed right at my little prone open
