She hooked the brassiere together and eased it over her head, adjustingthe straps on her shoulders and settling the cups in the right position;she wal...ed over to a drawer and took out several pairs of old pantyhosewhich she stuffed into the cups of the bra to fill them. Next she steppedinto the black leather mini and pulled the skirt up her legs and adjustedit around her waist; she left it unzipped until she had donned the whitenylon blouse. Again she struggled with the buttons being on the. He wanted her to clean his cock. The third guy by now was biting and chewing her large nipples leaving marks and bruises on the round globes. The second guy was really fucking her hole hard. He had all 10 inches all the way in her up to his balls. he felt her cunt pulse on his cock several times. Suddenly his cock exploded inside her. He filled her hole and much cum ran out onto the swing and down her ass. He pulled his dripping cock out and then went to her mouth to be licked as the third guy. It was a knife that Dysea had had made especially for her and perfectly balanced and weighted. It had been a gift from Dysea, one that Isabella had learned the Wood Elves on Earth considered the ultimate act of devotion. To give a blade to another was a sign of complete trust and love. More than anything, this had long ago sealed Isabella's feelings for Dysea in a way little else could. The blade pierced Conrol just beneath his jaw, plunging deeply into his brain as the force of the blow lifted. Imagining this, I put the suction cup against my palm and looked up towards the ceiling - with one, carefree, confident motion, I shoved the entire dildo down my throat, the bottom row of my teeth hitting the balls, my tongue squirming around them to tickle the rim of the suction cup. In the mirror, my throat bulged out, and I moaned. Not a sensual moan, but a distressed moan - a moan that says "help," or a little bit like "I'm about to throw up." I gagged hard, and tears filled my eyes. My own.