I pull the skin all the way back and started shucking. Stan slid my shorts off and buried his face between my legs. Licking my clit, tongue in my vag ...nd ass hole. Danny pulled the back of my head until I gagged on his cock down my throat. I really don't hate that feeling and encouraged more by stretching my neck back. I could see Stan taking his jeans off and could see his cock. One of those long pinkish ones with a circumcised head twice as big as the shaft. Stan laid back cock in air and. He did not want anything I had, which meant I was what he wanted. I started to cry as I was driving. He told me "shut up bitch". With the knife still on me, I felt his right hand rubbing my inner thigh. I tried to keep calm but I knew what he wanted.I drove to a turn out and he made me park aside. He then took out a black bag, put it over my head and zip tied it. He then got out of the car, pulled me out and then took me to the trunk. He picked me up and tossed me in.He used zip ties on my. But she was gorgeous, she was pretty. I could not forgive myself if I left Japan without defiling that face. I wanted to have her on her knees on those final moments of climax and see her eyes while she fought to slurp out every single drop of baby butter off my system. I needed to put my hose down her throat and fill her stomach with the juices of a man old enough to be her father’s friend. Her own father, even. I wanted her to feel full of filth.At this point, I had no time for patience. She seemed to turn one shoulder slightly, and an arm shot out, connecting with my head gear, knocking my chin sideways, where it met with her left fist straight on. Before I could react she followed up with three body blows, backing me out of the square with their force, and I heard two hand claps. “Perhaps a simple foot race to one end of the gym and back,” the man in the suit suggested. She ran like a gazelle and beat me easily. She was leaning against the wall with her hint of a smile in.