Chapter 21

She struggled in his hold, not strong enough to push him away and not able to turn her heed to break the kiss. She writhed in his grip, squeaking frantically at him, but her movements just rubbed her breasts and groin against him more, making him press into her more urgently. His right hand stroked firmly down from her waist over her pert young bottom, and she squealed again as his hand firmly run down the groove between her cheeks, his fingers pushing deeply between her legs through the flimsy dress. Then his large hand started firmly cupping and squeezing her peachy bottom, each cheek in turn, feeling the firm flesh yield under his fingers' squeezing through the thin dress material.