She could still smell him, and see the outline of his cock through his sweat pants, as he drew the fabric back tight with his right hand. His left had clutched a handful of her long blonde hair and forced her head closer to his bulging cock. When he had released her, his hand traced down to her partially exposed breast and worked its way inside her bra to tweak the nipple roughly. She had looked up at him one more time, to see him smiling a vulgar smile. She hated him for that, but hated herself more as she felt the wetness form at the lips of her pussy. .....