Party Bash
I had a sexpot girlfriend in college. She was a little woman, maybe 5.3*feet tall (about 160cm). Her hair was lustrous black, and her skin was olive. "Anna," we'll call her.
Anyway, she was simple to humiliate, but I always assumed she enjoyed it.
In public, I'd do all kinds of grab-ass games with her.
There was a momentous occasion. We were in line for beer at a keg party in an unknown section of campus. She was dressed in a short skirt with an elastic waist and a thong, as well as a tube top with three hooks on the back. And some good, clunky shoes to make her appear taller. She should've realized better!
Maybe it was the beer I'd already had or the lengthy wait, but she had her back to me at one point, and I simply reached out and ripped her top down. Her tits bounced out like two bouncing honey-colored g****fruits. We got a great shout from the beer line after she yelled and screamed, attracting too much attention. She struck me many times and pretended to go for my balls, but I knew she wasn't serious.
... to be continued ...
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