Mimi Spender cried, screamed, kicked, and pleaded to her guardian angels. It did no good. Pinned to the hay stack with that smirking photographer squatting victoriously over her, she wondered how she could have been so stupidly ignorant as to let this man sweet talk her into getting naked. His immense hairy balls were brushing her flat smooth belly, his thick knob of a cock beginning to swell and harden as it dangled beneath his taut stomach.

"C'mon, honey, stop playing hard to get. I know you aren't a virgin, for Chrissakes. Nobody takes off their clothes like that… not if they got a cherry!" leered Dobkins, gripping his stiffly hardening cock in his right hand. "You and I both know you want to get fucked!"

"No! You've got it all wrong!" cried Mimi, her eyes wide with terror. "I don't want to do it!"

Easing his form forward, the older man slid his naked loins over the pinioned girl's trembling belly until his heavy balls dangled lewdly between her bulging, quivering breasts. As he knelt, her pink crinkly nipples jutted straight up at him, the soft curve of her ripely molded breasts resting against his thighs where he straddled her, pinning her between his thick legs.

Pushing the full fleshy mounds of her heaving breasts tightly together with his thighs, he squeezed the turgid rubbery length of his throbbing cock hardness between her warm resilient breasts. A barely audible sigh of pleasure escaped his lips as he felt the yielding softness caress the sensitive length of his rapidly swelling shaft, urging his slumbering member into rosy, blood-filled stiffness until the swollen bulbous tip poked stiffly against her chest, hidden between the tremulous 32-D breasts.

That's it, old boy… just keep growing like that right in front of her eyes… harder and harder… thicker and thicker!