Ginny in her Garden
As I knelt behind her my left hand tangled in her hair, gripping close to the scalp and twisting to lock in place. She cried out in surprise, but I forced her face into the soft earth, muffling her shout. My right hand hiked her skirt up over her hips as I growled to her “Be quiet girl, you know you want it.” and I slapped her naked ass, the lack of panties proof that she had followed my orders from this morning. Her bark of pain was cut short as I pushed her face back down and...