"I already spent my money on you. How dare you say you don't want me anymore?" He ripped her panties out. Elise struggled against him, pleading, but the man wouldn't listen.
She should never have done this in the first place. This man was scaring her now. She was shaking, already feeling so disgusted.
What was she really thinking?
Aren't first times meant to be gentle? Why the hell was he acting like an animal?
"Please, mister. Please, I don't want any more." Elise cried out, but her words were nothing to him.
"But you're already wet." The stranger said, feeling the wetness of her panties with his fingers.
"So wet for me." He groaned hungrily. His eyes filled with lust now.
That wetness wasn't for him; it was for someone else. She got wet looking at someone else, not him. She would never be wet for him or anyone else.
"Please, sir." The man placed the wet part of her panties close to his nose and inhaled deeply.
