Are You Tired Of Me?
"Just tell me that you're afraid people will come, you coward!" Lisa snapped, challenging her offenders.
"Afraid?" The man squatted in front of Lisa and lifted the woman's chin, "You should be the one who's afraid, not me."
After saying that, he kissed Lisa's lips roughly. The man held both of Lisa's wrists, preventing her from trying to push him away.
"Let go of me or I'll scream for help!" Lisa snapped in her shrill voice. Her legs struggled to kick him, but her efforts were in vain.
Seeing her actions obviously made the man even more furious. He tightened his grip on her chin and deepened their kiss. The ugly man took advantage of the moment when Lisa opened her mouth to put her tongue into the poor woman's lips.
"...Take it off!" Lisa asked not to despair. "Your mouth smells!"
Not far from her, Vira began to wake up slowly. Her butt hurt from falling on top of the pile of pieces of brick.