His left hand crept up my leg slowly, even as I tried to resist by pushing back with my own.
"Don't", I said pleading to him. He smiled as his hand met resistance from my own. His hand pushed itself further up my leg and then dissapeared underneath my dress.
Using both hands now I mustered all my strength to push back but it was liking fighting against an immovable object.
Mr. Johnson"s hand was invisible underneath my dress but I felt as his fingers started edging underneath my panties.
"Please...don't!" I squeeled in a shocked voice. My eyes were wide, my senses now fully aware. My heart beating in my throat and he seemed not to hear me nor care that I wanted him to stop.
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"Please Mr. Johnson. NO!"
Fantasynon consensual theme between a teenage girl and an older man
