Laura can not out run him.

Barely looking at her surroundings, Laura runs in a near panic, desperate to out run the man chasing her.

Behind her, the man runs at a leisurely pace, easily keeping up with the plump girl, and more than happy to let her wear herself out before the main event, "Don't you like me baby? Why you running away?" He teases, every taunt seeming to make her run a little faster, though each time her new pace flags a little quicker, "You playing hard to get?" He continues.

Laura makes a desperate sound, her pulse pounding like thunder in her ears. Between being a bit out of shape and unused to running on the hard ground barefoot, her feet already hurt and her legs begin to feel like they're made of rubber.

"Thats it baby, you can't run forever," The man coos from far too close behind her. She manages to take a few more steps at a faster pace before her run turns into more of a staggering job, "You don't have to run you know, you can give up, take a little break," Part of her wants to do just that, but knowing what will happen if she stops is enough to keep herself moving, even if her pace is rapidly degenerating into an unsteady walk, "Just lie back and spread those chubby legs of yours."

Laura stumbles, something in the pit of her stomach tightening at the man's words, "I promise to be nice, take my time and make sure you'll enjoy it," She can hear the man's smirk in the tone of his voice, "Most of the other men on this island will just take what they want," Dimly, she's aware of the fact that the man has to have slowed his pace if he hasn't caught her yet. He's just playing with me.

She half turns to look at where the man is, just a pace behind her, he's walking with no sign of having exerting himself. In contrast, Laura can feel the sweat on her body and her breath comes in ragged gasps.

Her pace slows even further, barely a shuffling walk, "That's it baby, let me fill your sweet little pussy with cum while you just lie back and rest for a few minutes."

Laura bites her lip, feeling moisture between her legs. When she feels his hand come to rest lightly on her hip, she stiffens slightly. Part of her wants to get away, has to get away, but another part of her just wants to stop for a minute, just a few seconds to catch her breath again so she can fight the man off and get away again.