The more she wept, the more I wanted her.

It’s funny how she kept on struggling with me, when it was obvious that I was not going to let go of her.

I reached out to the zip of her skirt because I wanted to get a good view of her pussy, unlocking the skirt, I moved away from her body as I pulled it.

She screamed even louder, trying to run away but I held her back once again, spreading her legs, and my eyes met with her beautiful pussy.

It wasn’t wet, making me feel uninvited. I loved it when pussys dripped for me, it always made my...