Howling out a long moan of approval, the searing comfort of you ripping through me is like a hot iron to the skin. The perfect mixture of pain and ecs...asy courses through me; it is so wayward. With each sawing thrust, I convulse, growing closer to my climax. You hammer into my pussy, giving me no mercy at this point. My legs grow tighter around you, squeezing my thighs as they shake uncontrollably. This urges you on, fucking deeper, leaning down to bite and suck on my breasts, leaving your. .. wide....wider. After a few shots he went over and opened her vagina with his fingers. I was so so excited. Vicky was breathing heavy and obviously wet. I had never seen her so vulnerable and wanting. John took over 100 photos of her, every possible angle. He said she was good enough to be a professional, we all laughed. Vicky said we really should pay, John winked at me. What are you two up to she said. I was now nervous.... well it’s not money I said, John wants to fuck you. You are joking. He was not kind enough to restrain her—to keep her from moving. He wanted her to break, to disobey. His eyes told her to misbehave, that he needed to earn her submission. She whimpered as his fingers moved deeper, rougher.She wanted everything. She arched against his touch as his fingertips drew out a high-pitched whine from her throat. He chuckled and gripped her leg tighter, making sure she was spread wide and at least partially restrained—he was going to enjoy playing with her, pushing her. All the while, he whispers in my ear, “When little girls have boy haircuts, dress like boys, and act tough, they get fucked like the boys. Especially monkey nigger cunts.”His big nasty dick rips into me, cutting, slashing up shithole. My belly rubs over the bricks, it hurts. He holds me in the air, clutching digging his thick fingers deep into my waist, fucking me, fucking me hurting me.Tears run from my eyes. My left check erupts as the salt of my tears gets into the scratches. My breathing is.