Then she slapped me, her open palm meeting one cheek, then the back of her hand meeting the other. Again and again, my head was whipped from side to side, my senses were forced into clarity, combating the dulling effect of my asphyxiation. I yelped soundlessly, my muscles clenching with each blow, my insides seizing around their members, but the languorous rock of my hips never ceasing, for it was automatic. The pleasure built past the point of no return, a churning in my bowels, a fire deepthroat in my clit, an empty ache in my nethers, all hentai culminating together to rage deep within me. The feeling ballooned, causing me to thrash and buck, the rock of my hips becoming violent. Daniel held my torso stretched, the collar sinking into my neck, turning my face into a purple mask of kissing leaking spit and bulging eyes. Those eyes rolled back now, consciousness teetering on the edge, walking the line where ecstasy tortured me. I screeched soundlessly to the void, my legs trembling, my hands wringing, my back arching to painful concavity. “Fill the bitch’s cunt!” I heard Lucy scream from somewhere. My bowels were girl evacuated, and I felt a pair of cocks slide up my taint, and enter my sanctity simultaneously. It pushed me over. The new pain and pleasure, the pulsing heat pressing on all sides of my womanhood, the eruption of seed deep into my womb. They came together, their joined cocks flexing and throbbing as they thrusted with a fervency, sullying my fertility with their anally-sheened rods. I loved it. Their penetration was lubricated with the spunk they spilled into me, coating my walls. As I exalted in the throes of my release, I felt consciousness ebb from me. Used, abused, desecrated, and wholly satisfied, I noticed a change come over me, but I didn’t know what. I felt… complete. EMILY The demon carried me onto a broken-down loading dock, the springs of the garage door detached and dangling from the threshold. Beside me, I could hear the resigned and terrified whimpers of Fantasia, but I couldn’t see her. There was only the blackness before me; my endless future. My brain had helpfully concocted exactly what was going to happen to me in there. First, they’d saw my limbs off with a rusty blade, then they’d disembowel me, then pierce me with hooks and dangle me from the ceiling, then they’d skin me, then scalp me, then rape me forever. The end. Thanks, brain. Oh, and they’re also going to gouge out your eyes. Stop. No, wait, they’re actually going to leave your eyes so that you can see yourself in the ceiling mirror. Why you do this? Don’t forget the acid! I hope they give me a lobotomy first, you asshole. I’m just trying to prepare you for the inevitable. It’s probably going to be so much worse than even stroking I can imagine. Her pussy was so open to my cock. One hentai of them was having trouble just trying to sit in a chair. She wore a tight, black sleeveless shirt with firm titties sticking straight out. She was blushing already and was extremely nervous. “Well, no matter. His hands went forward, resting on the knight’s knees, before deepthroat sliding along his bare girl thighs toward Sir Javis’s privates. If he did as they asked, they’d be using her like a cum kissing slut on stroking a regular basis.
Sandy quickly jumped up and walked to her desk to lie down. She spread her legs wide and exposed everything to Anita. Anita kissing walked over and ran her hands over her slave's back and down her hips. Sandy shivered at the touch and craved more. When Anita reached the plug protruding from her ass, she flipped a girl switch to position three. Now whenever Sandy sat, down the plug would vibrate from the base to the tip. It would feel like she was being fucked. Not deepthroat only that, the wire attached to the Ben-wa balls would cause them to move about inside her cunt. It would continue vibrating and moving until Sandy was standing for at least thirty seconds. Anita knew that when walking around the room the balls would drive her to a stroking climax and the hentai only relief would be to stand perfectly still or sit down. Anita wanted to make her slave willing to do anything to orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes!” grunted the hentai girl on the president's bed, her short, black hair bouncing as he pounded her girl from behind. stroking deepthroat This was the better fit for her. Oh let kissing it fit, I need to feel this. “Yeah, Jules, I just had this kind of eerie…you know what, it doesn’t matter. When no one took any notice of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well.
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