Spit leaked from my defiled mouth, tears streaked from my bulging eyes, and a scream choked from my constricted throat. The masturbating crowd roared as Gronk pulled out, strings masturbation of spit and precum snapping from my violated lips. I was allowed a precious moment to cough and prepare myself before he grabbed two handfuls of my braids, and rammed in again, and again and again. My hair flailed, my throat gurgled, and my face pressed mercilessly into the flat of his pelvis. Two hands grabbed my own, and I felt my fingers closing around Flendian and Grunt. I stroked them dutifully, rigorously, hoping beyond hope that I could finish them off before they entered me. I felt familiar hands reaching between my legs, and I looked around the bulging piece of meat violating my throat to see Mistress smiling up at me as she positioned herself between my legs. Her hands spread my legs further, and her wonderful heat pushed inside me. For a moment, I felt some of the pleasure I had shared with her the day before, but that joy was dashed when I came to a sickening realization: Hacksaw was walking behind me. NO-NO-NO-NO-NO! “Are you ready, Astrid?” Mistress laughed beneath me, holding herself static in my pussy as she spread my cheeks for the half-giant, “Because this is going to hurt like nothing you’ve ever felt before.” I abandoned trying to stroke Grunt and Flendian to completion, and instead, pushed against Gronk’s pelvis with all my might. It was useless, the orc was too strong. I contemplated for a desperate moment about biting down, but he never gave me the chance. He pulled out as I felt a pressure against my rectum. My head whipped around, and I stared at Hacksaw with all the pleading, manic terror I could muster. “Don’t!” I screamed, but he just grinned. The scars on his face deepened with his cruel mirth, and he pushed forward. The pressure increased, and dildo I began to writhe and struggle atop Mistress. Grunt and Flendian caught hold of my flailing wrists, and Hacksaw pinned me atop Mistress with a firm hand to my tailbone. The pressure increased. I felt my pelvic floor indenting, the skin of my taint stretching as it was pushed inward. The pressure increased. The tiny aperture of my sinful hole dilated, and I shrieked in terror as it slowly expanded. The crowd cheered and laughed as I thrashed desperately; my hips wriggling, my legs kicking, and my arms straining with all their might. The pressure increased, and increased, and increased. I looked around frantically, searching for anything that could stop this, anything that could save me. The pressure broke. My head reeled backward, my hips slammed downward, my back bowed in a spine-cracking arch as my mouth shrieked until the sound left my chest. I felt myself stretch around him, porn expand beyond my limits, cling to him in a hold so tight, it seemed that my gripping circle would tear. He pushed through the tender coil of my anus, flattening its walls against the muscles of my insides, forcing my bowels into my own body. He kept going; gradually opening my locked channel, burning his heat into the reaches of my most sensitive entrance, pressing through virgin flesh that had never felt the touch of another. It was the worst pain I’d ever felt, beyond anything I’d endured in training or combat. It was an invasion of my very essence, of my pride and sanctity, but my thoughts had long since passed such trivial matters. I was agony, the very embodiment of asian it, and then… then I was something else. His pelvis finally pressed against my cheeks, and he held me there in stasis, forcing me to acclimate to him. Through gritted teeth that leaked with spit, and bulging eyes that blurred with tears, I adapted to him. I surrendered myself to his invasion, I loosened the tension in my body, and I felt myself grow limp where I had been clenching. Sekhar left quietly for his room. He shouted. His hands dildo were cuffed together below his chin and attached by a short chain to a leather collar around his neck. She had been complaining to the prison authorities all week. It doesn’t take long to take a towel off and put a dress on, but Jon had timed it right masturbating and I was naked as the car drove passed us. This simple act was making her far too horny masturbation for it to be a natural reaction. However, something about me dating made me uncomfortable, as I looked down at her. It was then I knew that she was definatly going to fuck him. The doctor laughed, “I don’t think this is the kind of power you can save the world with. working, helping out others but no one really cared about her or her needs. I get a text from Roger Johnson thanking me asian for sending yet another quality candidate for his security group. His face twisted with pleasure. She was looking down at her slightly round tummy and I chose to remain silent. He bit and grunted and I screamed his name until he pulled back then pushed in hard. It didn’t take too long before Baxter finally decided to stop licking my ass and try to mount me. My butt cheeks rubbed against each other, and I felt the stickiness of his saliva. We have a couple more presentations to go and porn then we will be shortlisting down to a final 2 and go from there. I wrenched open the door and came face-to-face with my little sister. People started talking about me as if I wasn’t there; then they started touching me. I thought about the butcher’s shop again. Freddy doesn't care about seeing my panties. Kitana's eyes bulged as she felt that cock lance deep inside of her. Swearing she’s not out for “adventure” Before I knew it She left the bedroom quickly. “Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Ava. Jace’s gasp meant she was getting somewhere. I replied, trying not to look at her naked breasts. She smiled and spoke in a soft soothing voice. That said, I came to realize that Mark was my first love. My eyes were closed for real and I heard her swallow. Here she was on the sofa, not only with her mother's boyfriend Roger who had already raped her three times but also now he had invited a friend over, had gotten them all intoxicated with margaritas and was now on the sofa with her shirt pulled over her head with her arms trapped under her head by her shirt and his legs. “Oh please, I don’t know, just don’t hit me again.” Oh yea I forgot... accent. “There’s something about me,” she finished for him. He watched as Deb cringed slightly but returned to her labored breathing and still mounting orgasms. What have I done to upset you so much that you don’t love me anymore?” It’s just… This was the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of anyone. The only sleeper agent we should concern ourselves with is our newest recruit. I was trapped. Oh yeah . . .