Her scream turned into a little yelp of alarm as he pinned her hands in one of his and dragged her back to the chair. He seated himself comfortably and pulled her down on top of him, her firm breasts nuzzling into his knee and her shapely derriere clamped beneath the palm of his right hand. His legs scissored around hers. 'Leggo of me, you bastard!' His hand rose quickly and descended on the small behind. There was a satisfying sound, and his hand stung.
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