The small woman jumped a little as she felt his clawed hand rub against her tight jeans, tracing over her curved thighs, her skin trembling beneath.

“I’m really… I’m really not that great… please… don’t…?” She seemed to plead, knowing full well his intentions, made only more clear as a talon traced down the smooth skin of her cleavage and into her shirt, cupping one large breast and caressing it’s nipple with a finger. She shivered a little in response to the treatment, afraid that her body would respond to him. Sure enough, her nipple stiffened just slightly against his thumb.

"Don't be modest, Jen," he murmured in her ear as she shivered under his fingers. Ever so slightly, he felt her nipple respond to his touch. "Sensitive?" he asked, his strong fingers sliding up over tit as her shirt ripped even further. Completely covering one breast now, he began rhythmically squeezing the soft, full orb while one finger rubbed up and down over the responsive nipple. His other hand roamed along the inside of her thigh now, stroking her through jeans but occasionally hitting skin through the rips of her skin-tight jeans.

The young woman’s pleading seemed to trail off a little as his hand encompassed one of her full breasts, the soft, young flesh kneading easily in his talons, nipple growing until it pressed, fully erect, against his teasing finger. Soft gasps slipped through her lips, her chest puffing in and out faster as fear coupled with forced arousal.

The girl’s thighs seemed locked as he felt over the smooth denim, feeling her shaped muscles beneath. None the less she seemed to relax, if just barely, as he squeezed at her heavy tit.

The teen’s head fell back a little against her captor as he groped her full breast, her shoulder length brown locks spreading across his chest. The answer to his question would probably be obvious by now… her unattended nipple pressed out against her slit shirt, exposing her body’s arousal plainly. Her youthful tit tingled with sensation as he pumped and squeezed it, her flesh squeezing out between his fingers a little.

Her body jumped a little as he cupped her slit through her pants, the action dragging her pants between her body and his hand and along her sex. The rest of her shirt ripped almost all the way down, exposing her belly, the curved, smooth skin there expanding and contracting heavily but not as quickly anymore. Passion was forcing itself through her body and taking its firm hold over her.

Her growing response to his roaming hands was obvious now as her head rested lightly against his muscular chest. No longer frantic, her breathing had deepened, her body no longer quivering in fear under his insistent fingers.

His claws continued to stroke her soft, exposed curves for several minutes as he savored her generous yet petite form. "I don't think we have much use for this," he said finally, his hands gripped the remains of her shirt and tore it easily from her body. Looking down her body, her bare, erect nipples gave her away in the stage lighting. Grinning, his skilled fingers moved to the rosy peaks of her full tits as he toyed with her, flicking and softly pulling on their erect tips.

The small girl jumped as she drew in a sharp breath; the shirt being ripped from her form easily. She groaned softly as he began teasing both of her nipples this time, rolling and stretching the hardened, pink tits and occasionally letting them snap back to her pert breasts with a bounce. Both of her large orbs rose and fell gently in his grasp as he played with his prey, the small girl’s eyes closed, her brain fighting off the surge of pleasure running its way through her captive form.