As the women's grasping, groping hands slid their way into and under her skirt, Anna Marie found the motivation for one more desperate struggle. She twisted her hips from side to side, pulled against the arms holding her, and let out a string of unintelligible, frustrated curses into the probing tongue of the woman who still had her lips wrapped around her mouth. It was all meaningless, of course. The women were not dissuaded, and before long Anna Marie's body was writhing in time with the pressure against her clit.<br/><br/>She couldn't hold out against this much longer. Every touch, every lick, every wave of pressure rolling up from her pussy was her driving her, faster and faster, towards a wall. She didn't know what would happen once they broke through it. The young woman screwed her eyes shut as she desperately tried to withstand it, groaning deeply into her make-out partner. Her one ray of hope was the undeniable sounds of pleasure creeping into their leader's taunts. If she could just hold out longer than<i>her</i>...<br/><br/><b>[Anna Marie rolls a 7, taking normal arousal - which takes her outside of her Slow Burner safe zone.]</b>