Suddenly I was pressed against the door to my apartment as he pushed his body against mine. His hands quickly moved under my skirt to push up the denim revealing my little black panties that barely covered the chasm between my two cheeks. The strong fingers massaged my ass as he exhaled into my ear with a low growl. His fingers quickly made their way from my ass up to my sides pulling at the red cotton tank top lifting it over my black bra. His mouth was moving to my neck and his razor stubble scratched my fair skin as his tongue roamed free along my shoulders and neck. My skin glistened from the wetness of his tongue and lips as he grappled open my bra letting my ample tits burst from the black fabric revealing my swollen pink nipples. His fingers quickly grasp the pink tips and began to pull and twist at them as if kneading the night's bread dough.
My chest was pumping as I could hardly breathe. My mind was racing as I kept my hands braced against the door trying to keep some open space so I could breathe but it was no use. I am no match for his strength and I collapse against the door with his hands over my breasts working them over. I moved my hands down to push my skirt back to its full length but was met quickly by much stronger and rougher hands. My hands were placed back against the door and spread more than shoulder length apart. His hands them struggled at my waist pulling my hips back off the door then down to spread my legs.
After that, he growled his first words to me, "Don't move bitch."
I gasped as he spoke to me but dared not go against his order. His hands roamed over the curves of my hips as he forced my skirt up once again. His hands were calloused and strong yet had the touch of a craftsman. He swung his hands down inside those little black panties to touch my little slick snatch. I moaned as he spread my lips and my wetness ran down my leg. One hand freed itself from my panties to again grasp my nipple. His mouth and tongue licked along my shoulders and the back of my neck as he breathed into my ears over and over. Then I felt it.
He pressed firmly against my bare ass with his rough blue jeans peeling away small layers of my skin. Unmistakable bulge was protruding, and even though I did not look I knew what it was. The snake was long and thick and pushing against the denim barrier aching to be set free. I leaned my head against the door as a long slow moan came across my lips and my hips pushed back instinctively.
The presence leaned in again to my ear with a low whisper, "Do you want it? Tell me.