At some point you interrupt the twisting and pulling on my labia, hear my screams and I'm relieved.
Until you suddenly stick two fingers in my pussy. And again I groan.
Because of humiliation or lust?
Who knows.
Your fingers slide back and forth a few times before you grab my sensitive meat again, twist and pull it.
This time I don't want to scream, bite my lip until I manage to push you off of me.
The relief is short-lived, then you grab my ankles, spread my legs and press your shoe on my femininity.
"You fucking bitch!"
I scream and squirm on the wood.
When I notice how tight you hold my feet, I pull you up to me surprisingly.
You get off balance, let go of my ankles, take your foot between my legs fall on me and I can wrap my legs around your body.
I reach around your neck and press your face between my breasts.
Take a deep breath.