Like a zombie who died because it couldn’t get to a bathroom in time, Melody shambled between the rows of lockers, all senses on alert, a hand up the back of her outrageously short skirt, another holding the liquid content of her tender navel bump steady. Sex Don’t be a selfish bitch.”
“I’m sorry,” Melody replied. Melody’s large breasts heaved to the rhythm of her panicked breaths. “No, no, no, you’ve got it backward,” he continued, serious again. She just wanted to listen to my heart and my belly,” Melody stuttered while bending back in a reverse crab stance with her hands on the sticky floor and her face was against the dirty wall. Her arms were straining from the effort already, yet she sported a genuine smile of relief. Come on, up the wall. The skirt left little to the imagination, draping a backside he could almost feel in his clawed hands. “Can’t we just fuck her ass without any of that weird stuff?”
Alex dug his nails into Melody’s butt flesh so deep it made the girl whimper and she hardly ever made any noise anymore. If you’re ever late again, I’ll pull out your plug in the middle of the cafeteria,” he said, cock in hand. Alex shook his hands dry over her crumpled body and gave her face a few friendly wake-up nudges
