You Can't Resist

With your back pinned against the wall you could do little more than whimper and squirm as Gwen's boyfriend enjoyed your breasts. You didn't know what to do. Your hands continued to clench and claw weakly at the wall as each shiver of arousal pulsed through your being. It was only through the haze of lust that you were aware of him unfastening the button of your shorts.

"N-no... Eric we... we can't... Gwen will..." you mewled weakly, your protests sounding slutty and unconvincing. Eric didn't waste much time before letting your jean shorts drop to your ankles, leaving you in only tennis shoes and a thong. The heat from your pussy was calling out to him and quickly his fingers were rubbing the thin lacy fabric against your soaked entrance.

"Your lips are telling me a different story..." he growled softly into your ear, a heavy horny tone in his voice.

It was hard not to gasp as you felt his exploring digits dancing over the front of your undearwear, grinding the soft material into your burning sex until it was sopped with your juices. Unconsciously your fingers started to dance along his waist, moving on their own as they started to unclasp his belt and fight to open the front of his jeans.

"There you go... good girl..." he breathed his approval while you worked his pants open, letting his own arousal start pushing free from his boxers. You gulped as you looked down at the throbbing meat barely contained by his underwear. With trembling hands you started to push the last barrier down until his cockhead was ale to peek free. This was wrong, you couldn't do this, and yet here you were. Your finger tips disobeying your screaming conscience as you started to grip his hard tool.

No sooner than your hand had wrapped over his dick did you hear the sudden voice from the doorway.

"And what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Gwen glared.