He pushed her head tighter against his hard-on. The other he laid on her flaming red hair. He kept driving with one hand on the wheel. No one else came out of the community center until he had turned the corner onto a suburban street. He started the car, pulled out and drove off down the street. He sat her down, then pulled her head onto his lap. She drove a Honda station wagon, so there was plenty of interior room. Her tight high heels didn’t even pop off. Getting her into the passenger’s seat was hardly a problem. She was a small girl, hardly five foot, four inches tall. He got the door all the way open, lifted her inside, and climbed in after her. He quickly put the pad in his jacket pocket and reached forward to where the key was still in the door lock. He could see her hardened nipple poking through like a nub. He could practically see the little round pink circle of her aureole just beneath the material. He could see the rounded top of her orb, and the way the spandex adhered to the rest of it. She nodded, her left breast peeking out from her coat, her deep, u-necked light aqua leotard looking painted on. Her legs were together, her knees bending. Only then did he stop looking for possible witnesses, and hazarded a glance at her. He immediately released her arm and wrapped his arm around her waist, still holding the pad over her face. The clacks of her shoes on the gravel around the buildings grew quieter and quieter. Already he felt her long, slim, shapely legs, slow her kicks. Already he felt her tight muscles start to slacken. The aromatic, clinging odor seared to her face and coated the inside of her nostrils, mouth and throat. He didn’t see her expression because the pad covered it. He felt it vibrate as she screamed and screamed and screamed in pain, shock, and fear. The thick cloth covered and closed her mouth. He felt her scream into the pad as much as heard her. But with her right arm twisted almost all the way up between her shoulder blades, she couldn’t get much balance. He felt her surge in his grip, fighting the hold he had on her. He felt her perfect, small, round, hard ass cheeks rub his groin. Otherwise there was only shrubbery and walls around. All he could see was the front of her car and the far left corner of the lot. His back hit the wall of the community center, hauling her into the shadow around the corner from the intersecting streets. The initial grip was tight and then, yank back with his left hand, and twist back with his right. Although his heart was thumping in his chest he still did it as well as he could hope. He had practiced hundreds of times in the last few weeks. He grabbed her right wrist as he brought the thick, wet pad, around her head and over her face. She leaned down and put the car key in the door lock, her long, flaming red hair covering the sides of her face … blocking her view of him. Her three-inch dark red high heels clack-clack-clacked on the parking lot asphalt, accompanying the jingle of her coins and keys as she rooted around her small purse. She was pulling on the bulky pink jacket over the leotard top, having already pulled on the dark miniskirt over the spangly flesh-colored leggings. Going back to the car alone after the dance class was one also. Parking near the back corner of the lot was a mistake. Download Porn Pictures From This Stories.
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