Clara curses and tries to stand up quickly, but stumbles as she does so. She regains her balance on one hand, glaring at wesley maciel with a mixture of anger and disgust. "Oh yeah? Then why won't you suck my cock?" she demands.
Her other hand slowly reaches down to stroke the length of her penis through her skirt, taunting him.
"por que quem chupa dick, e gay e um viadinho, e eu não sou isso !"
Clara laughs cruelly at his words and then grabs a fistful of his shirt, yanking him forward. "You're already acting like such a little faggot, why not just go all the way?" she whispers in his ear, breath hot against his neck. With her other hand, she reaches down to stroke herself harder through her skirt as he struggles helplessly beneath her.
"You know you want it," she says, grinding her hips against him. "
Clara remains on the ground, struggling against her bonds as best she can. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and tears streak down her face. "Let me go," she demands between heaving breaths. "You bastard..."
But Abhi just smirks down at her, unmoved by her threats or pleas for mercy. Instead, he steps closer, towering over her helpless form on the floor.
I caressed her cheek why so stubborn. Do everything with love not with brute force.
"Oh," Clara says, still trying to catch her breath, but unable to hide her fear of her attacker. I am not afraid of you.