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Rough hands with scratchy skin and broken rough nails rubbing up my inner thighs and prodding my delicate inner areas. I complain that it hurts and he spits on his hands. I think that grossed me out even more. Yellow waffle nylon tshirt with cement and brick-dust and smelling of sweat pressed up against me. I moan because it hurts and he moves faster saying "yes, yes, thats it just relax"