My Bully's Possession
He can just easily collect the ball from me, but he seems to rather enjoy toying with me as his large hands press my shoulder, forcing my face further into the ground, my body is trapped between his thighs.
"You enjoy being dominated like this, preacher boy?" His taunts ring in my ears.
If I didn't already hate him, I certainly despise him enough now.
And is it my imagination, or is his thigh slowly grinding against my ass___?
No!
Is he excited?
Then why do I feel something hard poking...
"Let go!" I spit, but his grip only tightens, chuckling at my futile struggles.
He's a retard!
Is he being like this because I'm suddenly closer to Lana?