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Arranged ****

... hand holding her wrists let go and moved to the hem of her skirt, tugging it up over her waist and exposing the soft white flesh of her buttocks to the chill winter air. It felt delicious as the hard calloused skin of his hand roughly squeezed and stroked her arse cheeks, large rough fingers forcing their way into her butt crack, roughly rubbing the string of her thong against her bum hole before sliding down to press and rub her wet pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. Cupping her pussy in her hand he jerked her backwards, causing her to shuffle back in her heels and put her hands against the wall to keep her balance. The hand against her mouth was still gripping tightly, her lips were numb and her cheeks stinging from the cold where tears were still streaming from her eyes. The hand on her pussy was pressing hard now, rubbing, almost painfully, the friction of the lace on her wet plump lips was abrasive but at the same time extremely arousing and soon her assailant was hooking two fingers inside the gusset, tugging the skimpy thong halfway down her thighs, exposing her smooth wet snatch fully to the cold air. Rapboy kicked her feet apart while tugging down her thong and now she was standing with hands planted against the wall, head tipped back, back arched and feet wide apart. Her skirt up around her waist and knickers halfway down her legs. Aches were appearing all over her body due to the extreme position she was being f***ed to hold, but it felt good. She had no ...

... control over the situation, it was all up to Rapboy, he could do with her as he wished and there was nothing she could do about it. The hand on her mouth was clamped so tight that not even the slightest sound would escape the alleyway even if she had wanted it to, and the posture he had f***ed her into made it impossible for her to resist him. She was so glad she'd agreed to this, it was better than she could ever have imagined. Rapboy's hand was stroking and squeezing the soft skin of her inner thigh, skin made more sensitive by the cold air, his rough fingers brushing against her pussy as they travelled up her leg. Another pulse of warmth and a flutter in the pit of her stomach, ZQ was beginning to ache for something inside her, the familiar tingling inside told her she must be dripping wet. But Rapboy was'nt giving it up so easily, his hand went round to her boob and began to squeeze her over her blouse, stroking and pinching her nipple as he went. In the act of reaching round he was now pressing against her, his cock, now hard, pressing against her naked arse through his sweatpants. It felt good, it felt big, bigger than it looked online. Rapboy was kneading and mashing her boob, squeezing painfully and really pinching her nipple, making her eyes stream some more. It was painful, but in her heightened state of arousal it felt good. He was getting rougher now, and judging by the the way his cock was hardening against her butt cheek, more excited too. Grasping the front of ...