>>65381842Imagine gripping TheNueOwO
by her tiny waist and lifting her up as she squirms, trying to pry your fingers off her. Just holding her for a moment, her feet dangling off the ground, watching her cute face for that realisation there's nothing she can do. She's at your mercy, and if she wants out, she needs to work for it. Starting by unbuttoning her blouse, her face flashes red as she tries to hide her glances towards you, hoping to catch your expression softening. It does not. Her blouse open, her delicate chest exposed; you can see your fingers pressing into the incredibly soft sides of her tummy. Gripping your forearms, she looks at you with desperation, "Please let me go" her eyes plead. In response your fingers tighten around her, nearly enveloping her entire waist. A tiny murmur of pain and submission sqeaks out of her. Hesitantly, she lifts her skirt embarrassingly showing she's wearing airplane patterned panties.
Looking at you again, her eyes wet, nearly on the verge of tears from humiliation. You look down at her panties and back up to her, again, coldly unimpressed by her appeasement. You squeeze tighter and she yelps in pain, the pinched sides of her tummy turning red. Finally, she relents. Placing one hand to chest and another sliding down the front of her panties, she fondles herself. Her body already sensitive from the embarassment and pain. Eyes closed, focussing on pleasing you, her breaths quicken, her tummy tenses, her toes still suspended off the floor, curl. Through the sheerness of her blouse, her nipples harden, the light brushing creating even more sensation for her. Beads of sweat sweep from her cute red face, down her slender neck and down the length of her soft pale chest and tummy, finally reaching her hand, moving faster and faster, desperately trying to cum for you. Her cute whining grows louder, the pressure you have been placing on her tummy, pushing against her insides has started to make her feel really good. She asks if she can, she begs you, over and over. Finally you allow her. Feeling her convulsions through your hands, she moans as her hands slow down. A sweaty pathetic mess, you lower her down, her knees giving way and falling into you. You hug her, gently pat her and praise her for doing such a good job and behaving herself. 