She needs some more attention, but not too gentle.

Lindsay squirmed, her hair still firmly in Sebastien's grasp. Playfully, she held one of her arms up over her pert breasts, and pulled his hand out from her pants with the other. ?Easy now,? she said, ?I'm not that kind of girl.? She bit her lip playfully, staring up at him over the rim of her glasses.

Sebastien smiled back, pushing the tiny girl into the wall so that her shoulder blades were braced on the cool concrete. He delighted in the shock on her face as her skin became accustomed to the temperature of the wall, taking advantage of her momentary gasp to stick a finger in between her thin pink lips. Without hesitation she wrapped her mouth around it, running her tongue up and down the length of the digit, massaging it with her piercing.

?I think that I know exactly what kind of girl you are,? he said as he pulled his slick finger from her pouting mouth. He grabbed one of her pierced nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp twist, causing Lindsay to wince and cry out in pain, although he had no difficulty hearing the tone of pleasure in her voice. He grabbed the other nipple, twisting it even harder and taking delight in the slight whimper that escaped her lips.

He turned her around, taking a firm grip around the back of her neck and pushing her forward so that her face and breasts pressed against the wall. With his free hand he roughly peeled down the boxer shorts that covered her smooth behind and moist pussy. He put his hand between her thighs, roughly cupping and rubbing at the soft flesh and fine hair of her pubic mound. The tips of his fingers found the entrance of her pussy, and he sharply drove two of his fingers inside of her tight hole.

She gasped and panted as he slid his fingers in and out of her, her slit becoming wetter and wetter with each forceful thrust. She cried out in a combination of shock and ecstasy as he pounded away at her, rubbing her folds until they reddened and her knees began to shake with pleasure. She began to pump her hips backwards into his hand with every push, her every cry betraying her delight.

He slid his fingers out of her once and for all, and pulled her back from the wall, still holding her by the neck. He returned his fingers to her mouth, pleased at the way in which she cleaned her juices from his hand with her nimble tongue.

?Yes,? he said as he let go of her neck, ?I think I know exactly what kind of girl you are.?