By this time I am moaning and screaming uncontrollably. At least that’s what I tell myself.
“Alright honey, time for a ride,” you order as you lift me gruffly from the bed. Indian Sex The cry that escapes my lips is nothing but pain. Each ankle is tied to opposite sides of the van. The others watch now, amused by my torture. My asshole stretches around his dick, shooting constant sensations through my body. And then…you take the bag and walk away. As you lead me toward the statue, I notice the duffel bag in your hands.
You push me down to sit with my back against the horse’s leg and use cuffs from your bag to trap my hands around the statue. A gruff voice commands me to shut up. A gruff voice commands me to shut up. You readily fling my naked body into his eager hands. It is now that I decide to fight back.
“Get off me!!” I scream, scratching at his hands and face. At least that’s what I tell myself.
“Alright honey, time for a ride,” you order as you lift me gruffly from the bed. I want them to stop, they can’t touch me this way without my permission.
