1. Sex in the dressing room Part 1


    Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: safeandsane02, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    telling you one more time." He yawned in response. Valerie hit him with a closed fist. It wasn't hard, due more to her not knowing how to throw a punch than for lack of effort, and it probably hurt her hand more than it hurt his face, but she socked him in the jaw all the same. "Come on," he said, standing a little bit closer, "you can do better than that." She hit him again, harder this time, but he didn't flinch. She, on the other hand, was trembling uncontrollably from all the adrenaline. "That was a little better." He was standing even closer now, and he was so tall that she had to tilt her head all the way back to look him in the eyes. "Just one kiss? You promise?" she asked in a hoarse whisper. "I promise." He moved his lips closer, but he stopped halfway and watched her with those mocking gray eyes. This is crazy. What in the hell am I doing? He's a creep, and I need to scream and run and get out of here right now. Just one kiss. She shut her eyes and closed the distance between their lips. Simon had full lips for a guy, and his were hot. His tongue was hotter, and it was sliding over, around and under hers before she even realized she was kissing him with an open mouth. Even though she knew better, she explored his tongue with her own. Then she felt a sharp pain, and she realized that he'd trapped her tongue between his teeth. The son of a bitch had bitten her! Her eyes flew open, and she shoved him off of her, half considering punching him again. He took a step ...
    back, most traces of smirk gone. Then he opened the door and stood aside, waiting, his eyes never leaving hers. Walk out the door and leave. Leave while you can before he changes his mind. Come on, Valerie. Don't be an idiot. She slowly closed the door and shut it so that it wouldn't make too much noise. He didn't say a damn thing for a handful of heartbeats, and all that Valerie could hear was the radio playing over the intercom and the lady talking on her phone. The silence got uncomfortable, and she started to regret staying. Behind Simon, she could see her reflection, and the skinny blond girl staring back at her looked just as small and fragile as she felt. "Lose the sweater," he said in a hushed tone, his voice more a low rumble than a whisper. She took it off and remembered, to her dismay, that she wasn't wearing a bra. All that she wore under the sweater was a white tank top that left very little to the imagination. The worst part about it all was that she hardly even needed a bra anyway. Her friends had always teased her about having the body of a twelve-year-old boy, and even now she didn't have much of a chest. She couldn't have been sure if it was from the nerves or the cold, but her nipples hardened as she slipped out of the sweater, poking at the thin fabric and leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable under Simon's impassive scrutiny. What if he laughs at me? I'm so damn skinny that he's probably disgusted. He examined her like a piece of meat, coming closer and ...
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