"Well, here goes," you think as she gets closer and closer, her hips sashaying from side to side. You aren't normally one for groping your sister's ass (even if it is pretty alluring), but if she insists...
"Ack!"
Before you could even lay your hands on her, she was intercepted by a fat man who delivered a loud smack against her buttocks. He was clearly drunk, you could even smell the booze on his breath from here.
"Get your stinking paws off me, you son of a bitch, or else I--!!"
Lia didn't get to finish. His fingers moved swiftly for a man his weight, and one of them found its way to her luscious ass, sinking inwards as he grabbed into the flesh and pulled her into him. The other found its way to her girdle, yanking it downwards and allowing the magnificent breasts to spill out. He grabbed one of them.
The whole thing happened so quick that she couldn't even peep from shock. She didn't expect she would suddenly end up in the arms of a disgusting, heavy man who was way too unattractive for his own good. She opened her mouth to scream...
...and that turned out to be her fatal mistake. The man's head lunged in like a snake, firmly locking lips with her in a passionate kiss. Lia's eyes widened as his tongue began to explore the confines of her mouth, greeting her tongue as it attempted to avoid his in vain. She had suddenly turned from a bold 'femme fatale' to a meek, little girl.
It was clear that he had a firm grasp on her as she wriggled her bottom in order to (unsuccessfully) evade his lecherous hands. Lia glanced over to you, eyes begging for help. You shrugged your shoulders. Of course, you could easily intervene, but something cause your legs to freeze.
The scene was shocking to you -- it was like something out of the myths. His fingers moved along her body like tendrils, making her writhe as tried to desperately evade his grasp. But there was no escape, his vice grip held onto her like a crocodile holding its jaw shut.
"Help!" The voice came through the earring, the familiar sound belonging to your sister. It was clear she gave up on escape as she pitifully looked towards you for assistance. At the same time, the drunk whipped out his cock, an impressive, veiny behemoth that was dripping with pre-cum, ready to thrust into her as he ripped aside her panties. He began lining up.
You were hesitant. On one hand, your sister would give hell to you if you let the drunk have his way with her with his turnip-like dick. Yet, at the same time, she did want you to find the 'white knight'... and you certainly didn't want to fail your evaluation. Or you could simply watch...
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