She had cuts along her arms and legs, she'd obviously torn away some of the material and used it as bandage for the deeper wounds. Her hair was matted...to her head, but under normal circumstances would reach mid-back, they couldn't see her face clearly behind the soot and blood, but he wasn't interested in her face.She didn't flinch nor cower, but just stood there with her head held high. She'd hidden the knife well against her thigh; she was simply looking for the right moment and aim. The. She reached out to shake him then realized what it was. He was lying on his stomach and looking back over his left shoulder at an impossible angle. She turned and ran. As she clambered down the stairs she heard a roar of rage from the house behind her. She didn’t look back but ran for the dyke, almost slipping off into the paddy as she made the corner. As she recovered, she glanced back and saw the light of the entrance completely blocked for an instant by a huge form. The light returned and a. When I got on my knees to suck it I realized it was thicker than a can of Red Bull and at least as long. I tried to suck it as best as I could but I have a gag reflex. He made me gag on it often, it seemed to make him harder. I was slobbering all over his cock, balls, and myself. He said something I did not hear so I stood up, he pushed me over the padded table and pushed that huge dick in my ass. I was moaning, well almost yelling, into my towel as this guy (#5) just used my hole with no. Your rough, bad ass nature. I want to forget this world everything but you. More and more. I get so wet thinking about you, your smell, your body, the way you handle me, the way you touch me. I can picture you standing before me and for a small moment you smile. I step up to you, breathing you in and feeling the warmth of your skin. You kiss my neck, drawing my soul in and igniting the fire. Clothes fall off in a frenzy. Skin touching skin. The floor against my back, your body hovering above.