Isabella clark

Soon, you’ll be begging for Big Bill to rape that tight little ass of yours.” I stared placidly back, abased and surrendered, trying not to show the hint of challenge. My body had adapted somewhat to the pain, and I dared not coax them to escalate. Of course, it was all for naught. I was beginning to realize that they were following a long-practiced script, and it didn’t matter what blowjob lines I said or didn’t say, what character I chose to play; I was just a prop. “Oh,” The human laughed, “you don’t think we can break you? I love the defiant ones. They’re anal always so much more fun.” The human draped the whip across my back, turning it over so that the crude bars grazed the flesh. My eyes widened in terror. He sneered at me, and threesome ripped the whip across my flank. A hot line seared through me, and I wailed, biting against the ring between my teeth until my jaw ached. The human’s eyes were wild, his lust incensed by my display of pain, he fucked my throat until I glugged between every breath, my neck contorting around the bulge in my gullet. The whip cracked across my back again, and again, and my spine bowed to flee the strikes, a useless Big Boobs instinctual reaction, but one that I could not control. And with the deepening of my spinal arch, I allowed for Bill to push to new depths in my ass, finding nerves that should never have felt the touch of another. I sobbed in anguish and horror, but I did not break. My fortress remained intact. The human stopped his strikes after the tenth lashing. My back was stripped bare, lacerations lining in a crisscross pattern. “This blonde one’s tough.” The human said, a hint of admiration in his voice, “Hand me the wax, Bill.” I gagged around his cock, my eyes pleading with him. This wasn’t a tactical display of fear, but unfettered terror. She stretches her asscheeks and begins to push out my jizz. For now, ten of us anal stand nervously waiting in line, dressed in the clothes that for nine of us will be the last garments we wear as free women – “cunts” in Slaver slang. She pulled herself back into blowjob position, into the corner of the couch, now she was completely naked, only the ravishing pink of Big Boobs her nipples, and the blushing red of her swollen pussy stood out on her majestic white marble figure. But I would give her what she craved. The pain was delicious and added to the rising sensations from the tongue, that wonderful tongue. Sandra smiled and told her near. His hobby was photography and he planned to use Lisa's pet for some very inventive pictures. Also they have designated certain places as off-limits for public masturbation such as restaurants, concert halls, amusement parks, blonde and some other places that I don’t remember. So thin ice baby. "Good. My tongue threesome swirled around the crown of his cock between sucks. They’re a bit loose, especially in the front. The comment created sudden silence. He pushed his saliva covered fingers against her anus. “Dumbkopf, she will have cock rot you fool,” I cautioned. His erection was gone, so I could only smile as he must of jerked-off before coming out.