Harder Master…make me you whore! “Turn around child,” he ordered. Indian hot sex “What is you name slut?” Carol spit cum at him. Yves rubbed a tattoo at the base of her spine only two fingers from the crack of her ass. By noon, that day Carol’s pink nipples were awash in the horrid mix. “You are a slave…no more than a fucktoy at best!” He looked around the room and shouted again. I think I shall use her two or three times a week until she gets with child. It splashed on her tits and face. “What is you name whore?” Defiantly she gasped “Carol,”
Then he pissed on her mouth and face. “Tell if this cock is to your liking.” Carol cooed with pleasure. Fuck me hard like the bitch I am. “Arch your back and don’t move girl!” Yves ordered, and then he pulled out. She attacked his dick with gusto the way she had been trained. “You from this moment on you are nothing! To be continued? “That’s enough he said gently.” Her full lips made a little moue when she sat back on her heels. Carol lost track of how many men raped her body and mouth.
