The First Last Boy
“The third time I moved his hands off my ass, I told him to knock it off.
He laughed and lowered his hand again to squeeze my ass hard enough for it to hurt. He pushed up the back of my dress. “You like playing hard to get?” He dipped his head and tried to kiss me.
I turned my head away so that his slobbering kiss landed on the side of my face. When his hands tightened and he tried to rub himself against me, I pushed back and brought my knee up to nail him in the balls.
“Oh!” He doub...led over. “Bitch!” he moaned and cupped himself.
“No means no, asshole.” I shoved him away from me and went to get a drink. The music was giving me a headache. I’d danced for an hour and the cookout wasn’t nearly as fun as I’d thought it would be. I walked into the kitchen and my feet became glued in place.
Ryan was sitting on a stool at the counter. A blonde had her arms wrapped around his waist, leaning into him, pressing her breasts against his chest.MoreLess
He laughed and lowered his hand again to squeeze my ass hard enough for it to hurt. He pushed up the back of my dress. “You like playing hard to get?” He dipped his head and tried to kiss me.
I turned my head away so that his slobbering kiss landed on the side of my face. When his hands tightened and he tried to rub himself against me, I pushed back and brought my knee up to nail him in the balls.
“Oh!” He doub...led over. “Bitch!” he moaned and cupped himself.
“No means no, asshole.” I shoved him away from me and went to get a drink. The music was giving me a headache. I’d danced for an hour and the cookout wasn’t nearly as fun as I’d thought it would be. I walked into the kitchen and my feet became glued in place.
Ryan was sitting on a stool at the counter. A blonde had her arms wrapped around his waist, leaning into him, pressing her breasts against his chest.MoreLess
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