David was muttering terrible things in her ear – things about how he was going to fuck her and how she would love it. Annette tried to close her mind to it all.

David pulled away and looked at her. "Hot bitch. That's what you are."

The young stud reached down and cupped his fingers around her pussy, pressing the soppy nylon into her fuzzy fuck-crack. The sudden touch of his hand down there, pushing in the slick material, made the young blonde teen gasp. She arched her back again, biting her lower lip.

Annette felt his fingers curling around the elastic waistband of her briefs. He was tugging them down. In a last desperate effort of modesty, the girl shoved her hips down, pressing her ass into the mattress. David tore them away.

She was naked, completely stripped of her clothing. He was pawing her pussy, grabbing a fistful of her cunt-hair and tugging.

"No!"

It was strange feeling a man touch her down there. The long firm fingers plowed through her fine blonde cunt hairs, and the touch of his jagged nails against her thigh flesh and her clit made Annette twist against the mattress.

Suddenly David pulled a handful of her cunt hairs from her pussy.

"Yaghghghghhh!"

It was as if someone had dumped hundreds of hot coals in her cunt. She jerked her body, nearly rolling from the bed. David pushed her back, slapping her again until she pulled back whimpering.

He had one hand around her throat now, the thumb pressing into her windpipe. Annette drew both hands to his wrist, her nails scraping against his flesh. He was choking her, really choking her! She brought up her legs, vainly trying to kick him, do anything to get that horrid hand from her throat so she could breathe. But David kept his fingers around her windpipe, increasing the pressure. David released her at last, letting her cough and choke to get the air back in her lungs.