#372353 - Who's there? she calls in a panicked voice, clamping her mouth shut a moment later - what if it's the mail lady? Or the peeping tom meterman? Or the rough-handed paperboy? Oh god, what if they hadn't noticed her until I opened my big dumb mouth? What will they do to me? She shudders in terror tinged with arousal, her body aching for any human contact as she imagines feet approaching in the sound of the rustling grass, writhing in her bonds as she imagines someone circling her, taking in her helpless, beaten, yearning form, her pussy growing damp just thinking about what they might do to her. She moans loudly as he begins to roughly finger-fuck her, her body fighting at first, then eagerly pumping back against him as he brutally rubs his fingers against her clit, no particular rythym to it as he grinds his coarse fingers inside her, the inexpert touch bringing her almost to climax before his fingers get tired.