“I ain’t gonna hurt you darlin’. Indian Sex Down around your knees.”
I was aching with embarrassment, but the sudden heat and moisture I felt in my pussy gave away my arousal at the thought of these strange men ogling me in their dirty garage. He’d found this guy on the Internet. Got it?”
I nodded. He’d only give it to me harder. The little cunt loves it!”
“Sounds like an agreement to me!” answered Phil, who was easily subduing a newly enraged Jeff. Jeff wandered back, nodding. “Please fuck my ass, daddy!” I shouted. You’re ours for an hour. However, the guy had brought a friend to do just that, and all we had to do was follow. They weren’t small. “Don’t try to run. I heard something whir to life in the background. “For the next thirty-two minutes, you belong to us.”
I nodded again. Beg for it whore.” Jake pinched both of my nipples as Phil smacked my ass emphatically. With a grunt he entered me, stretching my ass with his thick cock. He looked over at me. “Usually.”
Phil returned with the unnamed piece of equipment, which sounded as though it was wrapped in something soft.
