Thick fingers squeezed her breasts as Kjerstin smiled inanely at the camera, desperately trying to think of the english words of protest. The longer she hesitated the more daring the hands on her ass became, pushing the thin material into her ass crack to as their hands roamed.
"Wait!" she finally blurted, pulling her hands from their shoulders. With her precarious balance she immeditely slid forward, and would have fallen face-first onto the side-walk if not for the hands holding her breasts and her hands clutching hard at their shirts. Her weight was next to nothing to them but stretched their shirts.
"Good idea, blondie," show more of that cleavage," the one said, turning toward her so that her bowed head was even with her crotch. A hand switched from her ass to her long blonde locks, hiding itself beneath them even while using them to twist her head until her cheek was rubbing against the front of his zipper.
"Turn her a bit," the spanish guy suggested.
Kjerstin was relieved when the second black put let go of her breast, but a second later he put it on her waist and **** her to take a stumbling step sideways. The shirts of the men might have torn if the one in front of her hadn't arched his back, while the one behind her leaned forward, jamming his crotch against her shapely ass and using both hands to pull her tits toward the camera.
"More?" the one asked the camera man, or perhaps Kjerstin.
"Please!" Kjerstin protested, remembering a second english word, but unable to remember any more.
Just then a scandalized voice shouted, "Whore! You filthy, disgusting slut! There are children in this building, you hussy!"
Kjerstin found herself staring at an old retired woman, whose craggy features were twisted in disgust for the scandalous sight in front of her.
"And you...!" she glared at the boys, turning about and stomping back inside the building. "I'm going to call the police on you, just you see!" she exclaimed, hurrying inside.
"Guess we'll take it inside," the spaniard said, clearly ****.
Grabbing the door before it closed the men led the nearly falling blonde too quickly down the corridor for her to get her stumbling feet firmly on the floor.
"Here we are," they said, and opened a stained and peeling wooden door. "Home sweet home."
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