Cocks filled them with giz. The frenzy of hands continued to probe, prod and explore. They looked for weaknesses in her clothes. They wanted them off....Breanne got another bit of fight into her. She kicked and screamed. Or tried to. The hands held her tight only allowing pitiful small amounts of movement that exhausted her again quickly.Someone must have had a knife. She felt the cold steel on her ankle and hear clothing tear. The knife cut small slits. All that was needed. The throng of hands. One of them came near me and sniffed and said this bitch smells great and they started pressing my boobs.I moaned slowly aah and I was getting hot by their talks and the cold breeze was playing its part. My nipples got erect one guy came closer to my face he had disgusting smell from his mouth. He held my hair and pulled toward his mouth.I opened my mouth by pain he put his tongue inside my mouth and started kissing me violently ammmm while second one tore my top apart and took a look of my. A rush of bubbles floating up from her mask signified her scream as it made a beeline for her crotch. It entered her pussy and squirmed deep inside. The starfish that were stuck to her breasts - when did those get there? - squeezed them hard. She moved from fear to panic when the second eel appeared. She felt it push easily past her asshole and far up her rear passage.Her rapid but deep breaths through the scuba mask echoed in her ears. These kind of sea creatures never attack humans, what was. Seth's thrusts slowed down, largely because my pussy grew so tight around his dick that he couldn't move too much. He began to moan, too, slapping my ass as his cock began to twitch inside me."Oh fuck, are you cumming?..." My eyes were rolling back, my jaw dropped, I couldn't speak. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" Seth blasted his second load deep inside me as my juices dripped down his balls and beadlets dripped off my clit onto the couch. Seth slowly pulled out and grabbed another Kleenex, wiping the.