Gidget Surfs Up At Bikini Beach
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“Get out of my way!” you screamed as you push him away from you. You angrily walked toward your bedroom and went directly to the bathroom. You were so angry at him right now that you didn’t trust yourself to talk to him.
It seems he feels the same way, too. He goes after you, his face almost red with anger. He was breathing heavily as he followed you into the bathroom. You face the mirror as you remove your earrings. Your chest heaves as you look at yourself.
You wore your dark blue cocktail dress for him tonight at the club, but he didn’t even appreciate it. You looked at his reflection. He looked really good tonight. He’s in a black suit, and the dark shirt underneath is unbuttoned up to the middle of his abdomen. He grabbed your arm from behind but you shrug it off.
“You were plastering yourself all over that asshole!” he shouted at you as he forced you to face him. He has both your arms in tight grips. You looked. He’s hurting you but you refuse to let him know it. You refuse to even shed a single tear. You try to break free but he wouldn’t let you go.
“You’re being unreasonable! We were just dancing!” you shouted back. “We were just dancing while you were drinking with four other girls, remember?” you added with venom in your voice.
He looked at you, his eyebrows meeting in a furious frown. He was about to say something, but you stop him with your next words.
“Besides, you always said you hated to dance? So I danced with guys who loved it,” you taunted him.
He cocked his head sideways and faced you again with a dangerous glint in his yes.
“Really…” he whispers. Then he lets go of your arms but grabbed your hand to drag you outside the bathroom.
“You go in there, wearing that slutty dress, flaunting yourself to every man in sight and you tell me you wouldn’t dance with your own boyfriend?” he said in angry tones, almost grunting each word out of his mouth.
He dragged you to the balcony and pushed you against the concrete railing. “I may not know how to dance like that prick, but there’s one thing I’m really good at.”
You felt cold as he moved you to lean on the railing, still defiantly facing him. It was already three in the morning and it was still dark. You feel the chill of the air but didn’t let it show. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop silently to the floor. His boxers come down next, and your eyes widen at his erection.
You panicked once you realized what he was going to do to you.
“Are you crazy?! Someone could see us!” you yelled at his face and started pushing him out of your way so you could get back inside the house. He didn’t even budge. He laughed at your feeble attempts, the smell of his alcohol from breath drifts toward you.
“What’s wrong now? You seemed to like it when people see you whoring around.”
He pushed you forcefully back against the railing and lifted the hem of your cocktail dress up your waist as you continue to struggle. But he has you trapped between his legs. He pushed your lacy thong down your thighs.
“I guess you’re not wearing a bra?” he asks as he ripped the thin straps of your dress, revealing your breasts to his eyes. “My little whore…”
“Stop this!” you continued to struggle as his hands hold your waist tightly. Your nipples brushed against the cloth of his suit as you try to stop him from kissing you but to no avail.
He kissed you drunkenly, but you kept your lips together. You felt his hand creep down between your legs, and his fingers started to painfully stroke you, while the other stroking your bare back gently, the contrast confusing and exciting you.
Yes, it was exciting you. He was being rough and you couldn’t help but start feeling wet. He kneaded you breasts, pinching the nipples to the point of pleasurable pain. He bent his head to suck one hard peak as he squeezed it. Unsatisfied with just one, he did the same to the other. It was too much. He left your breast wet and cool against the breeze when he lifted his head.
“Baby…” you whispered as he looked at his handiwork, his gaze appreciating your long hard nipples.
Suddenly, you felt your legs spread when he used one of his feet to slide one of yours to the side. This allowed his fingers more room to stroke you. But he didn’t do it lovingly like he usually does. His anger was evident in his fingers as he inserted three fingers inside you without any warning.
“My wet, wet bitch,” he whispered.
You gasped at the sudden entry. The nipple sucking made you so wet he can finger-fuck so easily. You leaned your head on his chest and clutched at his clothes.
“Baby… please… please…,” you whimpered as his strokes became faster. He ignored you and instead lowered his head and bit your ear.
“Baby? You call me baby now?” he laughed. You cried out as his fingers brutally probed you and his thumb did circles on you clit.
Your legs started getting weak as he continued his erotic assault. But then you felt his erection poking your belly. Your hand moved to touch it and you heard his sharp intake of breath. You circle it with your hand and squeezed.
In a space of a second, he removed his fingers, grabbed your thighs, and wrapped them around his legs as he buried himself deep inside you. He grabbed your buttocks with both hands as you let out a scream. You heard him let out a sigh.
“So tight…” he grunted as he began his assault. Not caring about the fact that you were dry between your legs. He used his hands to impale you on his erection over and over while his hips thrust to meet your tight channel.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as began his brutal yet erotic attack. Your breasts rubbed against the roughness of his clothes as he controlled your hips. You want to come so bad but he focused on his own pleasure as he went so deep inside you.
He was relishing your helplessness. With a few more thrusts, you feel him shoot that warm fluid inside you. His release made him weak and he let go of your thighs, the movement causing his cock to slip out of your cunt.
Both of you were breathing hard, but unlike him, you were not satisfied.
You stood in front of each other. You suddenly remembered you were arguing and the anger returned. You started to walk back inside when he stopped you by cupping your cunt and stroking your wet quivering folds with his fingers.
“Your turn, “ he said with a smile. “We’re just getting started.”
It seems he feels the same way, too. He goes after you, his face almost red with anger. He was breathing heavily as he followed you into the bathroom. You face the mirror as you remove your earrings. Your chest heaves as you look at yourself.
You wore your dark blue cocktail dress for him tonight at the club, but he didn’t even appreciate it. You looked at his reflection. He looked really good tonight. He’s in a black suit, and the dark shirt underneath is unbuttoned up to the middle of his abdomen. He grabbed your arm from behind but you shrug it off.
“You were plastering yourself all over that asshole!” he shouted at you as he forced you to face him. He has both your arms in tight grips. You looked. He’s hurting you but you refuse to let him know it. You refuse to even shed a single tear. You try to break free but he wouldn’t let you go.
“You’re being unreasonable! We were just dancing!” you shouted back. “We were just dancing while you were drinking with four other girls, remember?” you added with venom in your voice.
He looked at you, his eyebrows meeting in a furious frown. He was about to say something, but you stop him with your next words.
“Besides, you always said you hated to dance? So I danced with guys who loved it,” you taunted him.
He cocked his head sideways and faced you again with a dangerous glint in his yes.
“Really…” he whispers. Then he lets go of your arms but grabbed your hand to drag you outside the bathroom.
“You go in there, wearing that slutty dress, flaunting yourself to every man in sight and you tell me you wouldn’t dance with your own boyfriend?” he said in angry tones, almost grunting each word out of his mouth.
He dragged you to the balcony and pushed you against the concrete railing. “I may not know how to dance like that prick, but there’s one thing I’m really good at.”
You felt cold as he moved you to lean on the railing, still defiantly facing him. It was already three in the morning and it was still dark. You feel the chill of the air but didn’t let it show. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop silently to the floor. His boxers come down next, and your eyes widen at his erection.
You panicked once you realized what he was going to do to you.
“Are you crazy?! Someone could see us!” you yelled at his face and started pushing him out of your way so you could get back inside the house. He didn’t even budge. He laughed at your feeble attempts, the smell of his alcohol from breath drifts toward you.
“What’s wrong now? You seemed to like it when people see you whoring around.”
He pushed you forcefully back against the railing and lifted the hem of your cocktail dress up your waist as you continue to struggle. But he has you trapped between his legs. He pushed your lacy thong down your thighs.
“I guess you’re not wearing a bra?” he asks as he ripped the thin straps of your dress, revealing your breasts to his eyes. “My little whore…”
“Stop this!” you continued to struggle as his hands hold your waist tightly. Your nipples brushed against the cloth of his suit as you try to stop him from kissing you but to no avail.
He kissed you drunkenly, but you kept your lips together. You felt his hand creep down between your legs, and his fingers started to painfully stroke you, while the other stroking your bare back gently, the contrast confusing and exciting you.
Yes, it was exciting you. He was being rough and you couldn’t help but start feeling wet. He kneaded you breasts, pinching the nipples to the point of pleasurable pain. He bent his head to suck one hard peak as he squeezed it. Unsatisfied with just one, he did the same to the other. It was too much. He left your breast wet and cool against the breeze when he lifted his head.
“Baby…” you whispered as he looked at his handiwork, his gaze appreciating your long hard nipples.
Suddenly, you felt your legs spread when he used one of his feet to slide one of yours to the side. This allowed his fingers more room to stroke you. But he didn’t do it lovingly like he usually does. His anger was evident in his fingers as he inserted three fingers inside you without any warning.
“My wet, wet bitch,” he whispered.
You gasped at the sudden entry. The nipple sucking made you so wet he can finger-fuck so easily. You leaned your head on his chest and clutched at his clothes.
“Baby… please… please…,” you whimpered as his strokes became faster. He ignored you and instead lowered his head and bit your ear.
“Baby? You call me baby now?” he laughed. You cried out as his fingers brutally probed you and his thumb did circles on you clit.
Your legs started getting weak as he continued his erotic assault. But then you felt his erection poking your belly. Your hand moved to touch it and you heard his sharp intake of breath. You circle it with your hand and squeezed.
In a space of a second, he removed his fingers, grabbed your thighs, and wrapped them around his legs as he buried himself deep inside you. He grabbed your buttocks with both hands as you let out a scream. You heard him let out a sigh.
“So tight…” he grunted as he began his assault. Not caring about the fact that you were dry between your legs. He used his hands to impale you on his erection over and over while his hips thrust to meet your tight channel.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as began his brutal yet erotic attack. Your breasts rubbed against the roughness of his clothes as he controlled your hips. You want to come so bad but he focused on his own pleasure as he went so deep inside you.
He was relishing your helplessness. With a few more thrusts, you feel him shoot that warm fluid inside you. His release made him weak and he let go of your thighs, the movement causing his cock to slip out of your cunt.
Both of you were breathing hard, but unlike him, you were not satisfied.
You stood in front of each other. You suddenly remembered you were arguing and the anger returned. You started to walk back inside when he stopped you by cupping your cunt and stroking your wet quivering folds with his fingers.
“Your turn, “ he said with a smile. “We’re just getting started.”
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