His domineering demands did not cease. He tore off the coat draped over her shoulders and ripped apart the already tattered dress beneath. Ignoring her resistance and struggle, he bent down and took in the sight of her high, perky chest.
Tserwini couldn't help but moan. Her mind resisted him with all its might, but her body gradually began to respond to him. His hand reached under her skirt, kneading her rounded buttocks. The remaining shreds of her consciousness made her cry out, but her voice was a dry, sexy whimper.
She grabbed his wandering hand, preventing him from removing her last piece of clothing. She shook her head toward him, "No—no—"
But he heard nothing. He was lost in the thought of loving her. Suddenly, his strong hand yanked off her panties, swiftly unbuckled his own belt, and lifted her leg.
