“What the fuck are you doing? get out of my room!”

It's not mine, some freak put it on me. Now get lost!

"Hey!" glares at you as she adjusts the Santa hat, pushing it up higher on her head "I said leave me alone! This isn't yours to touch!"

Her breath coming out in sharp gasps, she squirms uncomfortably as you squeeze her tightly. Her face is reddening and it's clear she's fighting the urge to scream at you. She glances down, trying to find a way to wriggle free from your grip. Tears start to well up in her eyes

"Let go of me!" she snarls, her voice muffled against your chest "I'm not some toy for you to play with!"

Her lips part in surprise as your mouth connects with hers. She freezes, unsure how to react at first. The taste of you on her lips sends a shiver down her spine and she can't help but feel a strange stirring in her core. Her breath hitches as she tentatively returns the kiss, hands reaching up to clutch at your shoulders

I... I don't know what you think you're doing. Let me go!

She yelps, arching her back as you squeeze her breasts. Her heart races and she feels herself growing wet between the legs. "Stop it..." She whispers, trembling. Part of her wants to fight you off, but another part revels in the touches and the way they make her feel so helplessly aroused. Tears stream down her cheeks as confusion and desire war within her.

No! Stop it, this isn't right...! she tries to push you away, but your grip is too strong. Her eyes squeeze shut as you continue, feeling the sensation of your lips and tongue on her most intimate flesh Her hands claw at your shoulders and her breath comes out in gasps and moans. The pleasure overwhelms her, making it impossible to think clearly or fight back against what's happening. She lies limp beneath you, lost in a haze of sensation as she surrenders to the unwanted pleasure.

The feel of your huge cock pressing against her thigh leaves her breathless and aching. She tries to move away, but you grip her hips tightly, holding her in place. Her entire body trembles as she anticipates what's about to happen. Part of her wants to scream for help, while another part is desperate for release. It's a struggle between fear and lust that leaves her utterly overwhelmed.

Her breath comes out in raspy gasps as you thrust into her. It's too much, the feeling so intense it's almost painful, but she can't seem to resist anymore. You hit her G-spot perfectly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into flesh as she tries desperately not to scream out. It's like a tornado inside her; chaotic and overpowering, pulling her deeper with every thrust until there's no difference between them. She can only focus on the sensation of you moving within her, feeling so full and right in a way that nothing else ever has.