No, Kateshi has his way

“Errr…” Nancy stammered. Her mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, but to her utter horror she came up blank. Wide-eyed, her heart racing, she stared at the young rapper, who closed in on her with a greedy, gleaming grin on his tattooed face. “I don’t… please…”

“Aw, come on, shorty?!” Kateshi hissed in a voice that he apparently was seductive. He braced his arm against the wall next to her, effectively cutting off her way of retreat as he leaned in.

Nancy recoiled, panicking, but the young man didn’t go for her lips anyway, instead his lips lowered to the sensitive skin of her throat. She let out a small squeak as he kissed her there, goosebumps rising immediately.

“Ohgod…” she whined, feeling her knees go weak as he had found one of the best spots right away. She placed her hands against his flat, ripped stomach in an attempt to push him off. “Th-they could have us out of here in a minute,” she tried to reason, her voice unusually high-pitched.

Kateshi snorted, his breath hot against her skin. He was not deterred at all. “Doubt it,” he mumbled, worshiping the smooth, soft nape of Nancy’s neck with his lips. “They will probably take a while…”

His hand came up and Nancy jumped when he roughly grabbed a tit, squeezing her soft flesh through the thin fabric of the bikini top. Panicked, she looked up at the camera, reassured that the light was off, so at least Fletcher wouldn’t witness her predicament.

-

“Fuck, that’s hot…” Fletcher mumbled as he watched Nancy’s **** stare up at him while the rainbow-haired punk nuzzled and nibbled her neck. The tattooed hand had come up and her eyes had widened almost comically when her boob had been grabbed. Now Fletcher admired the way her soft flesh was roughly kneaded as Kateshi had his way.

Somewhere in his mind he felt guilty about doing this to Nancy. Then again, it was not like she was in danger. He had seen her kick the asses of literal killers and hardly break a sweat, so as soon as she decided this was too much he had little doubt that she could handle herself. For now, seeing her stuck in a bit of peril like this was really gratifying.

It wasn’t that he disliked Nancy or anything. Quite the opposite in fact, he’d almost consider her a friend, but her consistent girl power attitude tended to get on his nerves from time to time. She didn’t respond to his jokes, acting offended to his innocent humor and despite coming to him for help on an almost weekly basis she had a tendency to act superior around him. Seeing her cornered like this was some nice payback and, quite frankly, hot.

“Well, well…” Fletcher grinned, adjusting his glasses as Kateshi suddenly hooked his fingers into the cup of Nancy’s bikini-top and deftly pulled it aside, exposing a perfect tit to the camera’s view. Leaning in, the big geek admired the stiff, little nipple, surrounded by a small, light-brown areola that sat on the untanned mound. Nancy’s eyes widened in alarm and her whole body tensed, but before she could react, Fletcher quickly hit the mic button.

“I can’t see you, Nancy!” he lied, watching Nancy’s eyes come up to the camera again, her attention drawn back to the mission, “Just hold out for another minute or so and we’re golden!”

He chuckled as Nancy visibly had to **** herself to relax, then gasped as Kateshi lowered his head and his lips latched on to her nipple. He hadn’t thought that stuck-up McKenna would go this far for a mission’s success and now he was eager to find out what else she was willing to do. Opening a tab, he quickly typed in a few commands, creating a few problems for the guys at the reception that demanded their attention before they could fix the elevator, stalling them a little further.

The deed done, he sat back and watched the stream of the steamy action, Nancy’s face twisted in unwanted pleasure as the colorful thug had his way with her.

-

“Ohgoo… stop!” Nancy pleaded, followed by a gasp of pleasure. She reached up and grabbed two handfuls of dreadlocks, trying to pry the rapper away from her, but was unsuccessful.

“Fffffuuuck!” she moaned, her eyes rolling. This was so not what she had in mind when she had mapped all of this out. This fucker was actually really good, using the small stud that was pierced through his tongue to toy with her sensitive nipple. It felt way better than she cared to admit and she felt her attempts to push him off weaken the wetter her pussy got. Whining in frustrated pleasure she relented, her body sagging back as she decided to let him have his way. What was the harm in it, after all? Nobody would know and it had been so long…

Kateshi noticed her giving in immediately. The attempt to **** him away stopped and instead her hands pulled him closer to her chest, motivating him to redouble his efforts. This hot little slut was ripe for the taking! He had sensed her positive responses right away, her body primed for pleasure even if her mouth denied it and now her mind had given up.

Keeping her pinned against the wall, his lips latched on to her tit, he slid his hand behind her back. He could feel her tense up as she realized what he was doing, but it was already too late. A quick tug of the string and the bikini top loosened and before she could even react he grabbed it and ripped it away, leaving his hot Latina bitch topless.

Nancy gasped, shocked at this newest development. Staring down, she saw her own bare tits being fondled and molested by some young, mumble-rapping douchebag and it felt incredible. She just couldn’t bring herself to put a stop to this!

“Ohshit!” she moaned, eyes closing as she dropped her head back against the milky glass in bliss. That tongue was wicked! She bit her lip as Kateshi switched breasts, treating her other nub to the same pleasurable sensations while his fingers began to tweak her spit-soaked tit-tip. Her lower body bucked willingly, like it had a mind of its own, to rub up against the young man, starved for attention and there was nothing inside her that fought to resist anymore.

Briefly glancing up at the camera, she assured herself that it was still turned off before she squeezed her eyes shut again when Kateshi’s teeth tugged at her stiff nipple. “Fuck me…” she hissed, her voice feverish.