Tensing, Bria listened intently but no one seemed to have heard her hitting her head against the door. Carefully she crouched and made her way around to the back of the house, thinking that it'd be safer since it was farther from the street. Besides, there might be another entrance or an open window.
Sadly there wasn't. She crept across the overgrown lawn, yelping as she stepped on rocks. There were a couple of locked windows and a door, but even though the inner door was open and revealed Raoul's hallway, the screen door was locked. She spent a long moment standing in front of that door, debating whether she should call out or not. If she did and Raoul was there he'd come out and find her naked.
She'd seen the way he'd looked at her before. Like every man he wanted to fuck her. He'd jam his big filthy hispanic cock deep into her poor little white pussy. God, who knew what she might catch from him. And had she taken the pill this morning? If she hadn't he could knock her up when he came, flooding her with a gusher of baby batter.
Bria sank to her knees in the scraggly grass, desperately rubbing her cunt as she imagined him using her, abusing her. Maybe passing her to his friends. God it felt like he was pressing his cock against her right now...
It took a moment for it to penetrate her lusty haze, but she soon realized she wasn't imagining something pressing against her cunt. With wide eyes she turned on her molester. |