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Sex in the dressing room Part 1

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

cupping her small breast in his hand, testing its firmness, squeezing just a little too hard, casually rolling her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. After he was done with that breast, her nipple was hard enough to cut glass. And then he did the same to her other breast, his head cocked a bit to the side as he watched her reactions, enjoying her conflicting discomfort and undisguised arousal. A familiar ache between her thighs began to throb in time with her pulse, and it was all she could do not to reach down and coax it further. What the hell, Valerie? This is insane. You are not a slut. Only sluts do stuff like this. At least five dates. That was the rule. He must have seen a trace of doubt flicker across her face, because he pinched her nipple. Hard. She stifled a squeal and reached up to stop him, but he caught her wrist in an iron grip and spun her around, pinning her arm behind her back in the same motion. He held her with her face so close to the cold mirror that her every labored breath fogged it. Valerie watched him in the reflection as he pressed against her and ran his rough hand down her tiny ribcage, over her hip, and down the side of her leg. Then he gently grabbed a fistful of her hair and swept it aside so that the nape of her neck was exposed. A shiver ran down her spine as his bristly chin brushed her neck and shoulder. He inhaled slowly, smelling her perfume, and then she felt his hot breath right before his even hotter lips seared her shoulder. ... He left a trail of hot, lazy kisses up her shoulder until he reached the nape of her neck. And then, locking eyes with her in the mirror, he sank his teeth into her—not too hard, but hard enough that it hurt. His tongue flitted over her skin, and then she felt just the slightest bit of suction before he let her go. Saliva cooled where just a moment earlier his mouth had scorched her. He took both of her thin wrists in one big hand and pinned them up against the mirror so that they were over her head with his weight holding them there. "Go ahead," he said, looking at her in the mirror. "Try to break free." She tugged against his iron grip to see if she could get loose, but he didn't budge an inch. She knew that no amount of kicking, screaming, or struggling would be enough for her to overpower him. Valerie was completely at his mercy. "Are you going to hurt me?" she asked. Simon didn't respond for a few moments. He looked to be deep in thought as he lightly ran his free hand over her flank and under the back of her shirt, tracing his fingertips up and down the curve of her spine in tantalizing brushstrokes that set her to shaking. "Yes," he said. "I'm going to hurt you. And you won't have a damn choice but to like it." He slid his hand around and under her shirt to tease her navel for a moment as he pressed against her from behind so heavily that she had to lean back into him to keep from being crushed against the mirror. He was definitely hard—she could tell that much—and she ...