Before Meeka could even think straight, Alex had kicked back the chair he had been sitting in, grabbed Meeka’s arms and lifted her up. She shrieked as he placed her body over his shoulder and carried her across the room. “Put me down,” she yelled, pounding her fists in his back. “You can’t do this!” she screamed as loud village as she could through her sobbing eyes. Slamming her down onto the bed, Alex climbed on top of her, straddling her and putting his hands on either side of her head and got down so his face was barely an inch from hers. “The more you fight Meeka,” he told her, “the harder it’s going to be for you.” Backing off slightly, he began unbuttoning his shirt. “I don’t want to hurt you, Meeka, but I will do whatever it takes to make you mine.” His shirt was completely off now and Meeka could see from the size of his muscles she really had no chance of fighting him off. He was punjabi in incredible shape, his arms and 8-pack looked like they had been sculpted from marble. Meeka was so small, she felt like a child underneath him. All she could do to stop him, she realized, was beg. “Please,” she cried softly, “please don’t do this.” He grinned down at her, and pushed a strand of her loose hair behind couple her ear. “I’ve been waiting almost three months for this moment,” he told her. “Why do you think I would stop now?” Three months? Meeka tried to think back. What happened three months ago? When had he first seen her? Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of a drawer opening. She watched as Alex pulled a pair of scissors out of a night side table. Her eyes shot open and she again tried to wiggle away from collage him. “What are you doing?” she screamed at him. As calm as one could be, Alex said, “Don’t move.” He placed the scissors underneath her shirt and slowly began cutting away at the fabric. She was to frightened of getting cut to try and shake away from him, all she could do was lay there. Meeka’s body trembled as the scissors got closer and closer to her face and her indian new crop top peeled off her body as it was snipped away. Finally making the final cut, Meeka pressed her lips together and looked away from Alex, unable to look at him as he stared down at her chest. She was mentally kicking herself for her choice of undergarments. When she had been getting ready with her friends, wanting to feel sexy, she chose to wear lacey, almost see-through items. The black lace bra left nothing to the imagination, the design of it barely concealing her areolas and nipples. She felt Alex’s hands on her breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs pressing over her nipples, making them grow harder. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick. Susan could feel everything in her pussy, she could village collage feel his cock pulse inside her, she could feel a warm flood that couple just kept going. I begrudgingly get behind the line. I crawled up under the blankets from the foot of the bed, like a nervous ninja. "There is no way we are cuddling or sleeping in the same bed" she declares. That punjabi was great! “Oh, and plus, I’m not taken.” just not too much fun.” I’m Melissa, 20 years old, and am or was a college student. indian I mean what could he do? The freshman giggled again. We are all ready.