Mia Doesn't Want A Ride...

"No, that's quite alright." Mia said, slowly backing away. "I'm enjoying the day. It can't be too much further." He followed her as she backed up. "No I insist." He backed her up into a tree and placed his left hand above her head on the rough bark. His right hand came up to stroke her soft cheek, before sliding down to her cotton-covered tit. "Sto--" "I insist." He interrupted, sqeezing her tit hard on his final word. She tried to knock his hand away, and he chuckled. Pinning both of her hands above her hand, he pushed his entire body against hers. She could feel the hard length of his cock against her stomach. With his free hand he pushed her top and bra down under her tits, lifting them up. He traced the pale tips with his hand before bending down to lick one. She was gasping and whimpering. He began to move his hips, pushing his cock harder against her stomach. After a few minutes he straightened, let go of her numb hands and pushed her towards the truck. She tripped but obeyed.