Lara Croft's Walk of Shame | By : DrFaker Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: M/F, Oral, Exhibitionism, Public Nudity, Bukkake, Cumwalk, Humiliation, ENF |
Lara's breath caught in her throat as she stood at the precipice of the subway entrance, her eyes widening at the daunting sight of the steep, narrow stairs leading down into the depths. Her heart raced and her palms grew clammy as she considered the challenge of navigating such a treacherous descent in her sky-high heels and skintight, sliding pants. Behind her, the catcalls and crude laughter of the schoolboys grew louder, their presence like a physical weight pressing against her back.
She glanced over her shoulder, her stomach sinking as she saw them closing in, phones out and aimed at her backside like a pack of eager paparazzi. The tight leather of her pants clung to her plush rear, the waistband having inched down even further during her frantic race through the mall. Her ass crack was now on full display, winking at the boys with each tug she gave to her pants.
And her front was faring no better. The cropped pants were so small that they'd ridden up into the crease of her buttocks, her unruly bush of pubic hair spilling out over the top of the waistband. Each step she took revealed more and more of the thick, wiry thatch, her long pubes waving in the breeze like a lush, hairy welcome mat.
Lara licked her dry lips, a wave of humiliation crashing over her as she realized the full extent of her predicament. She was a hair's breadth away from total exposure, and with each passing second, more and more of her most intimate areas were being broadcast to the world via the eager teenage videographers.
Steeling herself, she gripped the cold metal handrail and started to descend, her high heels clicking precariously on the hard concrete steps. With each step, her pants inched further down, her cheeks clenching as she anticipated the inevitable moment when her ass would be completely bare. She could feel the eyes of the boys boring into her flesh, their voices raised in a cacophony of lust and mockery.
Halfway down the stairs, Lara's descent slowed to a crawl as a fresh wave of humiliation washed over her. She was painfully aware of the crowd around her - the other subway passengers going about their business, casting curious glances her way, some doing double-takes as they took in her indecent state of undress. And then there were the boys, their eager voices ringing in her ears as they continued to record her every movement, their taunts growing more brazen with each passing second.
"Look at that ass, lads! It's practically begging for a good spanking," one boy shouted, setting off a round of laughter and cheers. Lara gritted her teeth, her cheeks flaming as she gripped the handrail even tighter, willing her legs to carry her down the rest of the stairs without incident. Her pants had slipped even further, the waistband now nestled just above the swell of her ass, the crack of her backside fully on display.But Lara wasn't ready to give the boys the full show just yet. Despite her earlier exhibitionistic impulses, a sudden surge of modesty held her back. She couldn't bring herself to expose her most intimate areas to the hungry eyes of these adolescent boys - not here, not now, not like this. With a grunt of determination, she reached back and yanked her pants up as far as they would go, earning herself a momentary respite from the onslaught of lewd comments.
However, this newfound modesty was short-lived. As Lara resumed her descent, her efforts to keep her pants in place were once again undone by the unforgiving fabric and the relentless tug of gravity. The tight leather slowly inched its way down her thighs, her cheeks clenching and unclenching with each step as she tried in vain to keep the garment from slipping any further. Her ass crack peeked out again, a hairy wink at the boys following behind her, their phones never straying far from her shaking rear.
Lara was only a few steps from the bottom now, her heart pounding in her chest as she anticipated the sweet relief of flat ground beneath her feet. But she was also dreading the moment when she would be forced to turn and face her tormentors, to acknowledge the full extent of her debasement. Would they follow her onto the platform? Would they continue to harangue her, to film her, to violate her privacy with their hungry eyes and crude remarks? The uncertainty was almost as unbearable as the humiliation itself.
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