At this point I was screeching and shacking my head back and forth at the same time I did not know when or how they did it they both suddenly had thei... pants off. One would hold me down while the other would fuck me dry with no lube thus forcing me to scream into the make shift panty gage. The first guy came in my pussy with a huge grunt and what might have felt gallons of sperm, when he was done they switch places but the second guy did not want to fuck my pussy like the first guy did. Instead. Her sighs became mewling as she dreamily confessed about moments throughout their lives when her best friend had innocently done something that made her wet enough to consider jumping him on the spot. She fell deeper as she admitted to how much more intense the sex became when she’d been with other men and Troy had entered her fantasies. How, when they shared an apartment and Troy would walk in on her with another guy and they casually said hello as he went to another room, it always made her. While she was in the shower the doorbell rang and soon Jen came to ask what to do; she had looked out of the window and seen Earl standing politely well back from the door. Susan didn't really want to go home with him and accepted Jen's theory that the wrangle would surely be less painful if she sat in on it. In any case Susan would be welcome to stay another night, as many nights as she pleased indeed, if return home turned out to be too painful to contemplate. "Wear full war dress!" she. So, I’m going to rape your slut’s ass while you beat her tits with my belt. If you’re going to be a good wife, you have to be obedient. Slutkitten, come here. Fucktwat, you have permission to stand to beat Slutkitten properly.” Kitten whimpered slightly as she crawled into position in front of Ben, knowing she was willingly submitting herself to being painfully assaulted. The men at Titcage had always favored blowjobs over anything else, and Slutkitten didn’t have nearly as much anal.