The scene would have been been beautiful if not for her situation. His gaze pierced her green eyes before travelling down her body, stopping at her chest. Instead of feeling pleasant, the breeze now felt cold on her sweat-glazed skin. The man withdrew himself from her, leaving her empty. She hadn’t even noticed that the fall had ripped the cup of her sports bra off of her right breast, exposing her bright pink nipple to the cold autumn air. She looked around. Get the fuck away from me!” She stammered as she pushed herself backwards, away from the man. As Lesley’s killer began to walk away, he could still hear the slight sound of her music, still trying to sound cheery through her headphones. “No, please don’t-” She was cut off as her body finally betrayed her, orgasming and arching her back as she cried out. Despite her physical stature, she was unable to free herself from him. She yelped as his cock pressed into her, much more easily than she wished it did.
