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The abuser moved his hands under her bra and grabbed her tits with both hands. In the dim light of the bar, smoke hung in the air. Mom and son While she moved forward, her long toned legs caught the men’s attention, the pale white shapely calves and thighs were encased in light-colored stockings or pantyhose. Clinging to her curves, the shirt appeared not quite translucent. I gonna take me some brown eye.”
Kristen’s eyes got huge as she realized what he meant. The men had to know how much she hated it. She tried to dig her heels in, but they were too strong, Kristen knew to these men all her sole purpose was as a flesh-covered fuck doll. Kristen never knew such pain. Gonna break me some cracker ass.”
“No, please, God, no.” Her voice was scratchy from all her begging and pleading. While she moved forward, her long toned legs caught the men’s attention, the pale white shapely calves and thighs were encased in light-colored stockings or pantyhose. The attacker lifted her up high, picking her up off the table. He continued pounding his fat prick into snatch, so hard, each time she arched her back, wiggled, attempting to move away from the assault. The August sun beat on the hard-concrete sidewalks as waves of heat rose from the ghetto jungle. It wasn’t every day a rich woman, a cracker, walked into a place so — inhospitable. She hated his touch, his nasty shit-skin hands on her pure white flesh turned her stomach. Please don’t hurt me.” Kristen bawled.