"No!"

But Mike was in full control now. He pushed forward with his hairy ass, lying back on top of her and cementing his mouth back onto hers. Christina could feel her cunt-lips peeling back, getting ready to receive the biker's throbbing cock.

"Feel it honey? Feel it? Man, it's gonna slip right in."

Christina's clit burned and throbbed. She felt Mike's dick-head slip up higher against her inner thighs, snaking up and up until it was brushing against the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. Groaning, the young woman shoved her legs apart even more and raised her knees slightly. She shivered, feeling her pussy-lips unstick and pull completely apart. Mike grunted with satisfaction, repositioning himself, then shoving down hard.

"Ohhhhh!" Christina moaned, her lower jaw dropping and her mouth forming a broad oval. She felt his dick-head slip past the tight ring of cuntal muscles and slide inside. As the head popped in, she felt her outer pussy-lips close over it. His big long dick was outside, bending at the middle, waiting to push completely into the depths of her juicy pussy.

"Man, you're hot and wet… fuckin' good," Mike whispered, kissing her throat while playing with her nipples.

Christina didn't want to say anything. She didn't want to tell him how deliciously good it was to have his hard dick sawing through her pussy. She didn't want to tell him about the electric thrills shooting through her pussy and belly. This was supposed to be rape – and she was acting as if he were her lover!