With both her wrists held in his grasp he stepped closer to her pressing her back further into the stacks of books behind her as he whispered almost in her mouth,
"Why do you want me to look like a bitch in front of my niggas all the time?"
The way her soft plump skin felt on my fingertips and how her chest bounced through her shirt as I pushed her against the shelf really turned me on, I started shoving her in slow motion just to see her breasts shake before settling in her bra underneath her shirt,
Damn, she's so tantalizing,
Gazing upon her face, chest rising rapidly while watching her plush lips in the tinted lip gloss calling me to answer with my lips, the restrictive shirt barely containing her bountiful puberty begging for attention that only my palms can fulfill, holding eye contact for an immense amount of time, slowly backing away with one final croaked quip, holding myself back immensely,
"Stay the fuck away from me."
