Cynthia Dion: 

My heart was pumping hard after hearing that. While his hand had unrestricted access to my pants, I felt his breath against my neck. He had no intention of stopping, and I had no desire to push back.

He wasn’t reluctant either, since he knew I was freely allowing him to touch me and perform acts on me. He poked his fingers into my genital area while I wailed on the wall. My desire for more was sated by his other hand massaging my breasts.

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