The Brute And Me

"Oh, God, please don't! Don't do that to me!" Dunny's rough hand clamping down hard over her mouth cut her piteous supplications short again. Further muffled cries were choked back deep down in her throat until only slight broken grunts of anguish could be heard coming from her flaming nostrils.  Balo reached down to her knees and jerked at the gown bunched beneath her on the floor.

There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded white panty-covered fullness of her asscheeks. Balo gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her waist. All the while Dunny held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging as each voluptuously smooth portion of her white body came further into view. 

"Pull it up over her head," Balo coughed excitedly at him as his trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of her inner thighs. His nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her ass, momentarily delighting in the further groans it brought from her lips as she screwed back against him in pain.

There was only a smooth narrow band of cotton lying between them now, bunched tightly in the crack of her ass, and even in the dark interior of the car, he could sense more than see the silken tufts of her pubic hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the leg bands.