She could feel tiny ridges. “What are they, Kelly?”She heard a very soft reply. “Whip marks. But they’re mostly gone.”“My God, Kelly, you�...�ve been beaten unmercifully! Who did it? The Russians?”Kelly murmured, “Uh huh.”“Kelly, were you a prisoner of the Russians?”Kelly raised herself up, unmindful of her bare breasts. They were at a very quiet section of the beach. “Yes, Mary, I was. No one knows about it except a few people. And I would like to keep it that way, please.”Suddenly Mary’s face. "Fuck yea!!!' he yells out. "That's it baby. Take it, Mmmmmm oh yea!" I swallow as fast as I can and can barely keep up. So much cum. I must be an awesome little cocksucker to have made him cum so hard. He giggles a little as he looks down at me with his cum dripping from my chin. "My turn" I hear as my head is forced down onto another cock before I can hardly catch my breath.And then... My mind races. I've never had another man inside me before. There's no time to think as I feel the tip of. He particularly liked the most sensuous photo of the group, one showing the Rapper just beginning to stick three of his fingers in her drooling mouth, said fingers obviously already glistening with her creamy white cuntal juices.After a few minutes of visually enjoying the photos of her spectacular body being mauled by Funk-U, the Harvard Phi Beta Kappa leaned back and let out a pleased sigh, now fully understanding why The Don wanted to let his donkeys have this wanton slut to use and ravage. His thick, musky scent filled my nostrils and made pre cum flow from my cock. Yes, I loved his balls.I knew he wanted more, as I did and as he grunted and moaned softly, I began lapping at his hairy crack and that sensitive area between a man’s balls and asshole. He grunted in approval and I tried pushing my face into his crack, my tongue searching for his hole. He grabbed my head and pushed me back, then turned and leaned over, gripping the top of the chair. I couldn’t believe the size of his.