It was then the girl went out of control. He was squeezing her hard, relaxing his grip only to squeeze her cuntal mound again. He milked the lips, working their slippery edges together until creamy, foam oozed out.

"No, no, no more," Christina cried, moving one hand over and trying to knock him away. She could hardly breathe any more.

"Hey, bitch, this ain't your boyfriend you're talkin' to. I'm gonna have that cunt if it's the last thing I do," he growled, stroking her pussy until her protests turned to strangled cries of delight.

"Uhhhhahh!" the teenager cried, her knees jerking apart. She rolled her head jerkily from side to side, strands of her blonde hair sticking to her cheeks and lips.

"Fuck," Mike whispered.

"Fuck," Christina answered hotly.

Christina pushed her ass up to the incredibly wonderful squeezing sensation between her legs. She was spread completely open now, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, her cunt running with hot lava-like juice.

"Pussy. Nice, hot pussy for me," Mike gasped. "Pussy," the girl repeated, sucking in air through her mouth with a wheezing sound.

Christina loved the sensation of having her pussy-lips rubbed together. As the sensitive flesh was rubbed and heated, she started kissing Mike back when he dropped his face a third time. All fighting was just about over. Her hands flew around his thick neck and pulled him closer, tighter. Yes, she wanted to be violated by this man, humiliated by him, dragged through the dirt by the hair for him!

"Ohhhh!" Christina moaned. Mike had pulled away from her and was trailing his tongue down her throat, over to her shoulders, back to the center of her chest, moving down to her tits. The sharp bristly sensation of his unshaven chin against her flesh made her wild with sensuality.