"Oh, yeahhhh, real nice," the boy breathed in her ear.

Justin's cock gouged steadily, greedily at her. His arms were tightly wrapped around her body now, forcing his thighs against hers. It was almost impossible for her to move her wrist now between their sweaty bodies.

"Justin, no, listen to me."

His open mouth was wet and hungry at her neck. She felt her chin slicked down. Desperately she tried turning her face. Justin caught her head with both hands and smothered her protests with a tonguing kiss. It was hard for her to breathe, made nearly impassible now by that tongue burrowing all the way in her mouth. Spit bubbled up around the corners of her lips, drooling down her chin as she fought back frantically. The backs of her heels dragged along the leather couch. She could hear her sweat-dampened flesh squealing along the cushions as Justin began sliding his cock along her cunt crack. He was going to fuck her, force himself into her, and there was little she could do to stop him!

"Nooo!" she screamed.

Justin was trying to slide down now. He was trying to change the angle of his prick with her cunt. Ginny knew immediately why. Letting out a cry, tearing her mouth from his, the teen curled her fingers into two tight fists, and began beating at his back. She moved her legs around, driving her heels against the backs of his powerful legs. He had found that narrow, shallow spot where she knew her cunt mouth lay hidden.

"Damn it, oh, God, please, stop it, Justin! No not here, not…"

"Damn it, lay still!"

No, she wouldn't. Frantically the girl began twisting her body around, managing to slide her hands up and press hard against his chest. When Justin refused to take this hint and began seriously changing his style for the initial fuck-thrust, Ginny panicked and scratched his right cheek with her long fingernails.