My left cheek pushes against the cold metal, my full breasts deform from my pressing body, my pelvis is forced against the rigid grate. His breath is hot on my neck, his sand-paper stubble brushes coarsely against my soft skin. His hard body presses against my back, and I feel the rigid thing throbbing against my tailbone. “Stop!” I manage to squeak out. He doesn’t answer me. He loosens the grip on my neck, but catches my wrists before I can deliver an elbow to his face. He secures the other hand, and then both my palms are pinned flat against the locker just above my head. His lifted arms deliver the smell of his musk into my nostrils, and some primal sense in my mind revels in it. He kicks my foot to the side, spreading my legs wide for him. I feel his throbbing cock sliding down the base of my spine and split the crease of my ass. His rigid heat brushes past my puckered rim, and an involuntary shudder runs through me. He continues forward, splitting the wet lips of my pussy with his cock, drenching his length with my juices. Back and forth he goes, teasing the entrance, forcing my pussy body to betray my mind and release more of my nectar for him. I whimper in fear and a touch of arousal. The latter alarms me…I can’t be enjoying this, can I? Before the thought has time to fester, the man makes his move. His cock pushes my tender petals inward, and then drives his full length into me. It courses through my womanhood, reaching untouched skin deep inside of me. A moment of physical pain is accompanied by a torrent of emotional agony. I just lost my virginity by getting raped in the men’s locker room. I cry out in dismay, but the new feeling of something so hard and so warm, so deep inside me, stops my breath mid-scream. New nerves that have never been touched are now crying out their glee from my insides. My tight erogeneity seems to open up for the man raping me. cumshot I struggle against the conflict of my body and mind, and try to break free in a vain thrash. He holds my arms above asian my head easily, and then thrusts again, and again, and again. His pelvis smacks against the fat of my ass in a fleshy rhythm. Every slap of skin-on-skin is accompanied by a pathetic whimper from myself. The sound is soft, breathy and feminine, and escapes my lips without my permission. I want to stay silent, to not give the man the satisfaction of my reaction, but I can’t help it. The whimper leaves my slightly parted lips with every filling thrust; a vocalized response to the covetous stretching of my inner reaches. It’s a mixture of fear and dismay, at least, I hope that’s what it sounds like. Because I’m afraid I know what that sound really means, and I’m afraid he knows it too: it feels japanese good. JOHN The two supple cheeks push into my pelvis with every thrust; squishing delectably about my driving body and jiggling in a slight ripple upon impact. God, that ass feels good against me. I’ve never been in a pussy this tight before. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this girl was a virgin. Her pussy grips me like a vice with every motion of my hips; her lower lips stretching from her pelvic floor as I pull out, and hugging inward as I thrust forward. She’s whimpering softly beneath her breath as I drive into her, and her pathetic feminine tones awaken the hunter part of my brain; the part that says to drive harder and faster. So, I do, my hands still securing hers above her head, my chest and abs pressed against her spandex-clad back, my hips tits pounding relentlessly against the sweet, soft fat that gives way to me with every drive. The locker she’s pressed against starts to rattle with the force of my thrusts. Her breathing turns to soft panting as the exertion of the sex takes hold of her. Her blue eyes are closed tightly, the lines on her face standing out as the strain becomes apparent in her expression. Slap, slap, slap. My pelvis smacks against her ass; my chest heaves against her back, pressing her harder against the lockers. Massaging her was very very different. “I can understand that. Do you need to lie down?” � I increased my efforts. After a few minutes he took his hand away so I could just keep rubbing while he softly moaned. He must have had a tits great view of my bare butt and pussy. “Please, not that.” she whispered through her tears. pussy I fell to the floor, groaning in pain with my body bruised all cumshot over and my back covered in cuts, all while Elise continued to scream. She let out a screech and the dong made a loud plopping sound as asian it sloshed out of her hole. She wanted to get his mind working about her, for her. I tried to shake Bryce’s hand but he was so japanese focused on Angela, he didn’t hear a thing we were saying. I was too thrilled that it happened. Once all the ladies have food in front of them John bounds up like someone set his ass on fire.