This is one of those places that everyone kind of gives up on. No one ever walks down the halls unless a massive alarm goes off. It honestly takes a...code blue to get any attention, and I’ve seen it take 10 minutes for someone to show up. I was not happy with my assignment but at least I didn’t have to talk to anyone for 8 hours at a stretch. I was responsible for floor cleaning once a week or “as needed” and would happily listen to my music while buffing the hallways. They were spotless. Us ne apane lund kaa supaadaa meri chut se sataa diyaa, ab mujhe aisaa lagaa jaise wo lund naa ho kar koi dahakataa huaa rod ho, phir jiju ne mujhe pakad kad jor se dhakkaa lagaayaa aur unaka aadhaa lund mere chut ko chirataa huaa andar chalaa gayaa aur mujhe aisaa lagaa ki meri chut phat gayi hai aur dard se mai mar jaungi aur mai jor jor se chillane lagi.. jiju plij apanaa lund baahar nikaalo mujhe nahi chudawaanaa, plij mai mar jaaoongi. Plij jiju mujhe chhod do. jiju mere dono chuchi ko. Brad laid his hands upon River’s sore ass, caressing it for a moment before letting his right hand reach around and explore around her crotch… “It doesn’t feel like you’re scared…” Brad said, feeling how soaked his little stepdaughter was, her tights were drenched in her own juices. “It feels like you’re as big as a little slut that Andy and Michael say you are!” “Ah!” River gasped as Brad tore more of the tights, around her crotch, leaving her red cotton panties the only layer left around. I choke lightly. “Please!” I beg again, my voice strained.“Good girl,” you coo again, releasing the rope. You move behind me and spread my legs painfully wide. I cry out as the muscles scream at me with strain. You stroke your cock a few times before positioning your cock at my sopping entrance. You push quickly, brutally into my aching pussy, stretching me as wide as possible. “So tight,” you hiss, stilling for a second, but not so I can adjust. It only takes a few moments for you to begin.