Thread: Behind the appearances (Celeste's Daughter & Google)

The truth was that she wasn't all that decisive on what she should focus more. On her task at hand to call for help, her attempt to catch her breath or the anger that clouded her mind at the notice of his body pressing against hers as if purposely giving her an idea of how big was cock. Though, she really had to admit that in spite of how young he seemed pretty endowed down there and that could be felt even through the clothes. Then again, she wasn't supposed to think of that at this time, but instead think of how to escape before she'd be raped by, ironically, her student who was only sixteen, ten years younger than herself. She honestly felt so humiliated, being unable to handle what she used to call a brat. Damned be the height and strength difference. She didn't return the kiss not even one moment, but at some point she did consider biting that tongue of his since he was so set on kissing her so passionately . However, before she could make her mind on it, he finally pulled away, and the first thing she did was to take a short deep breath. She hated it, but there was something about his gestures and attitude that almost made her give in, momentarily forgetting about the phone in her hands as he lightly caught her lip between his teeth. Only, it took just one proud smile of his to make her realize this is what he was waiting for in fact, to see her give in and then hate herself because of it. And this is how a moment of being distracted by thoughts made it all the more obvious what she was attempting. She tried her best to get a good hold of the phone, but once it was gone, it was gone. Just what is your problem, anyway? Don't you have like an entire school with girls to fuck already? Don't tell me you suddenly felt pity towards me and decided to help me out, because I won't buy that shit. she suddenly questioned, returning the same annoyed expression. This had to be probably the first time she was snapping at someone from school, but as nice and sweet as she was, not even Faith could cope with this without lashing at him. Clicking her tongue, she glanced up at him giving him one of the most hateful glares she could. Could you please keep your hands away? she sarcastically inquired, her own hands clutching again at his wrist, uncomfortable with the grip on her throat. Faith gritted her teeth once she felt the tips of his fingers around the edge of her underwear, barely refraining from cursing him. By now, the insensitive questions seemed to be ignored, or at least until he started comparing his sex routine with hers. He was practically flaunting the fact that he could fuck more often than she could! Yes, well, all I can say in response to that is, you're pretty much of a manwhore, Dominic, no need to be so proud about it. Maybe I'm not that far from a whore either, given that website, but at least I have the sanity to go for men of my age. You, on the other hand, have crossed the line with this. Caught by surprise by the fingers brushing up her slit, she brought her legs closer by instinct, hands moving down to force his own away from her. While it was easy to not react that much to his kiss, this was something else entirely. Against it or not, the moment he slid a finger inside her, she inadvertently flinched, her pussy clenching on his digit. Her face's expression was the only one which could show exactly how she was struggling to keep her senses and how disgusted she was with herself, an inner turmoil that made her decide she would be hating him for a good while, if not for the rest of her life. She avoided eye contact, but her eyes still showed hatred, one of her feet stepping as hard as it was possible on his foot, hoping that it would hurt as hell. I should have bitten that tongue of yours when I had the chance, rotten brat... she muttered under her breath, hands still working on moving his hand away from her pussy.