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Friend's Ex-Wife

... wrists in one of my large hands. With my free arm around her waist, I lift her off the floor. Suddenly I shove my knee between her thighs, planting it up against the wall behind her. I lower her, so that she is straddling my thigh with her legs dangling and her feet off the floor. " What are you doing, John? A friend is coming over any minute," she lied. With her hands held behind her back and her feet swinging, she feels helpless with me pressed against her. She can't help feeling a little afraid . " Don't worry, I locked the door," I said as I reach down pulling her loose dress up. " WHAT!? What the hell are you doing!? John, you have to stop. DON'T DO THIS," she said in a sudden panic realizing what I'm trying to do. She wishes she had put on panties, not that it would have done much good. I ignore her again, surprised to discover that she wore no panties. How convenient. I take the time to rub her thigh and knead her bare buttocks. I smash her breasts against my chest hard, as she continues to struggle to get out of my grip. I buried my face in her neck sucking and licking there to keep her from biting me. 'Oh my God, he's going to rape me after all,' she thought. Suddenly, I lift her up again slipping my free hand between her thighs. When I lower her again, her pussy is on my open palm. Straddling my thigh like that, she can't get her legs closed. I have free and total access to her pussy. I squeeze and massage her pussy getting my fingers between the slit. " NO!! NO!! ...

... STOP IT!! STOP, JOHN!! STOP IT!! NO, NO, NO!! PLEASE, JOHN PLEASE STOP!! PLEASE STOP!!" she screams. She begins to cry nervously which made me feel a little sorry. Not enough to stop. I had this opportunity and I intended to have a good time. The screaming and fighting is getting on my nerves, but I know how to shut her up. I found her clit rubbing it in a rapid-fire, circular motion until I feel the button start to swell. The moment I press my finger on it, I hear her gasp and softly whimper. Her body lurching forward a little and her head fell back against the wall again. I raise my mouth from her neck looking into her face to see what effect my caressing is having. Her eyes are closed and she is still crying with her head resting back against the wall twisting from side to side. There was a little quiver going through her body that she tried not to show. I keep a sharp eye on every reaction and I feel her thighs gently squeezing together. When she opens her eyes realizing I'm looking at her, she continues to beg me to stop. I eagerly pull the blouse so both her tits are free. Nancy then presented one of them to my eager mouth. " It's just one time," She said in a quiet voice, as my mouth finds her engorged nipple. Oh. Yes....My tongue slowly painted all over its surface, like it had her clit, and she closed her eyes in complete abandon. God, he knew how to kiss my tits! I use both hands to eagerly cup and caress them, my mouth moving back and forth between them, kissing ...