Priscilla

Priscilla Barbosa-Conceição was born in the favelas of São Paulo, Brasil. She is a well educated and well rounded young lady, literally. She is what one would call " obese ", but she has learned to embrace her figure through a wonderful thing called fashion. Priscilla is a very level headed women, but even the most strong minded people fall into the traps of handsome men with cruel intentions.
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I was pushed against my office wall roughly. I could feel his tight grip on my waist and his heavy breathing on my neck. I looked up to admire his smooth Carmel skin, he was clenching his jaw in anger,which frighten and turned me on all at the same time. His right hand traveled from my hip,over my breast till it had a firm grip on my neck. He tilted my head to the side allowing him access to my neck, when his plump lips finally came in contact with my neck, my breathe hitched. He did things to my body that I couldn't explain. He cupped my sex roughly with his hand, causing me to let out a low moan. He whispered into my ear, " when I call you fucking answer, if I say jump you ask how fucking high. Do not test me Priscilla ". I looked everywhere but at him, this only made his grip on my sex get tight, causing me to whimper. He chuckled and just like that released me and walked right out my office.