Vivian's heart pounded against her chest, every muscle stiff with unrelenting panic as her instincts screamed.

"Nate, stop!" she hissed, her voice trembling with panic.

Vivian clawed at Nate's head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she shoved him away with all her strength.

Nate grunted, a muffled protest escaping him, but he kept his tongue pressed insistently against her pussy as she pushed at him.

"Stop! Get up! Now!" Vivian pleaded, her voice cracking and trembling as she fought to push Nate off.

Nate's eyes widened in confusion as he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening with Vivian's pussy wetness. "What... what's wrong?"

Vivian didn't answer....