Hey!
Yank the top of her dress down and slap those titties!
You reach up, grab the top of my dress and yank down, ripping it, tearing my top down so that my tits flop out. Your fingers stuffed rudely inside me, you slap the hell out of one of my newly exposed titties with your other hand, making me yelp.
A red hand print appears on my abused tit almost immediately. You slap my other titty, making sure your hand smacks right across my sensitive nipple. I yelp again, gasping, "Ugh!" You slap me again and I let out another quick, "Ahh!"
As you roughly, rudely, grope, probe, slap and otherwise mistreat, mishandle and abuse me, I gasp, yelp and moan, frozen in place with my thighs spread, clenching my eyes shut. I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I don't appear to be trying to stop it, and from the looks of it, it seems as though I might not entirely hate it....
OW! Oh! Uhhh....
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