Ah just have sex with him, you need a distraction...

You just bloody sigh, "God damn it" you think. Something about being in muscular arms of hunky Robbie sounded not to bad, you just hope that the kinky stuff wasn't so bad. You grab his arms and whisper into his ear, "Lead on."

Yanking on your arm, Robbie strutted inside, dragging you to the classiest place to have sex, the boys washroom. You grunted in pointless frustration but looked on the bright side, "Can't do too much kinky stuff in such a small location, right?"

Robbie just tossed you in the largest stall and then shut the door behind him, locking the stall door. Immediately the belt was off, and you felt his powerful hands on your shoulders removing the buttons on your blouse. Soon your bra with the hawaiian design was exposed to him and you realized how much you simply want to be touched. You reached forward to undue his fly but he stopped you.

He grabbed your arms and flipped you around like a god damned bobby, twisting your arms behind you. He pinned you to the wall and you felt your held arms being constrained by a belt. He pulled tight and you realized that your hands were stuck back there. "What the hell are you doing back there Robbie!" You yell back and a feel a hand push the back of your head against the cool tile.

"Shut up bitch, you are going to take this the way I want it!" Robbie's voice had certain sinister character which you hadn't heard before. You were actually kind of scared. You feel your skirt being pulled down over your firm black ass and truly wondering what is going to happen next with this sinister horny man.

Do you try to struggle free? Or do you accept the fate and try to enjoy this kinky sex?