She looked me in the eyes and told me that she just wanted to have sex nothing else. I was now hard and I pulled her on top of me. As she guided me in...to her warmth she shivered. I asked her if she was cold. She said no it just feels so good when you fill my pussy up so full. She slowly moved her toned body against mine. She was quietly moaning. I could tell what she was doing was pleasuring her by the look in her eyes. She would slowly move up my body then slide back down. My cock was aching.. Intoxicated. Fighting the sleep. Yet something inside of her, some voice, some thought was very much awake, telling her to fight him, to fight the doctor, to fight everyone and everything. She bit down on his finger. ‘Ouch.’ The doctor slapped her face. ‘Little bitch.’ A sharp stinging pain traveled through her cheek, a dull pulsing warmth remained. He was rubbing her clit again. Sliding his finger up and down her slit, tingling arousal, dazed anger, confusion. His finger entered her.. Behind me, the shower of rain was turning into a torrential downpour with thunder crackling every now and then. It was a hooded figure and the first thought that came to my head was that whoever it was standing there in a black hood was someone’s idea of a crazy joke. Then I looked closely and noticed the stranger—whoever he was—held some kind of staff in his hand. ‘Hey!’ I called out at him. ‘Hello there … can I help you?’ The hooded figure turned its face towards me and all I saw was a hole. . I really like when you call me a slut.” Said Tiffany lifting her short skirt to show off her pussy for the first time. The look of lust in the strangers face made her body tingle. She loved this feeling and would definitely do it again.“Okay you little slut ... Let me show you what you want.” With that, the stranger dropped his sweatpants and walked toward the little girl.He peeled the tight shorts that were holding his cock when he was inches from Tiffany. She was so excited her pussy leaked.