It was overwhelming. Chet was arousing a part of her she hadn't realized existed until today and thus, had no defense. Quickly she felt herself surrender. He had marked her. Thus she was his. She couldn't deny him. It was a rationalization, but she hoped she would be able to live with it. Reaching down Felicia untied the strings holding her tiny bikini bottoms on. In a nearly silent, surrendering whisper Felicia asks "What would you have your property do?"
A moment later she feels Chet's shorts slide down the back of her legs and join her bottoms at their feet. And then, in a sudden thrust, Chet was busy claiming her again. With each thrust she felt herself surrender more completely to this douchebag as the sun set. Was it a metaphor for her freedom she wondered as before Chet thrust in extra deep reminding her of the prize in her belly he may already have claimed.
She felt her top being moved, freeing her breasts to the air. She felt Chet's chest now pressed against her back, his head next to hers. What, she wondered would he speculate about?
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