He opens my shirt, pulls up my T-shirt with a bra almost to the neck and begins to furiously stroke, crush my chest. Feeling how painfully pulls the lower abdomen, I grab onto his belt, trying to unfasten it without looking, but only break my nails. Ivan breaks away from my body for a second and pulls his clothes down in one motion, and then starts on my jeans. The sound of an unzipping zipper seems crazy-exciting, and I go to meet him to feel the warmth of a male body, but Vanya does otherwise. The man turns me around, pushing me towards the tree and tilting, pulling my clothes...