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Then after every little fight, I have to take care of the mess you made. I have to come back here and fuck myself. I think about you too. I usually come moaning your name under my breath, but when I'm at home, in my bed, imagining that the fingers buried in me are yours, I come screaming your name."
It's becoming hard to breath. I can't help the slight moans, gasps, and groans that escape.
Then I feel her hand glide down my face, down my neck, and just graze my chest and stomach before reaching the bottom of my shirt. Then I feel her hand on my stomach. Her smooth, cool palm on my burning skin. I sharply intake a breath and my eyes slam shut.
What the hell do you think you are doing? Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were Spencer Carlin. Would you have happened to have seen her? She's blonde, perfect, and looks like an angel. She is a good Catholic girl who attends church on Sundays with her family. She also had a handsome boyfriend, whom her mother approves of as well as her father. Do you know her? Because she would not be about to be in a deserted hallway about to be fucked by a girl.
Her hand slid up my shirt, and didn't hesitate sliding up over the cup of my bra before slipping right in, palming my breast, "Perfect fit." She just held my breast.
I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head to see if anyone was around, and I felt her move her thumb to slide over my nipple. My eyes shut and I move my head back to it's original position.
"I am in charge, and I don't want you moving. I don't care if anyone sees us, because it won't stop me anyway. I won't stop till I know you've got an addiction."
I just bite my lip as her thumb brushes over my now now hard nipple. Then I feel her slide her pointer over to join her thumb. Before I even have to question or mock myself, she rolls my nipple. My body jerks, but she just continue to roll it, while also flicking, rubbing, and tugging it.
Look at yourself Spencer! You are letting yourself be controlled by someone below you. You are letting your enemy take control of you. You are giving in to sin! I mean look at yourself, seriously! Your legs are shaky, your hips are jerking, you chest is heaving into her hand, encouraging her even, your head in thrown back, and your arms are still plastered to the wall. I lift my arms and place them on her shoulders. Now push her away, Spencer!
I slide my hands towards her neck, up her neck, and into the ends of her hair. Stupid fucking hat. Before I can voice my complaint, she pinches my nipple.
"I did not give you permission to touch me. Put your hands back against the fucking wall. I don't want to hear any complaints. The only thing you're allwoed to do it react to my touch and my words, cuss, and beg like the slut you are."
As I open my mouth to say I'm not a slut, I feel her roll my nipple again, and my mouth immediately shuts. Then she stops, "No..."
Then I feel her fondling the other breast. I bite my lip as she repeats her actions. I'm making sounds and she seems to like my responses, because she takes my earlobe into her mouth.
She continues to suck on my earlobe as she removes her hand from my bra and slides her fingertips between my breasts and down my stomach to the top of my skirt.
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