Soon it feel to her waist, glimmering in the lantern light. The linen dress was slipped over her and the women stood back to admire their work. Junipe... didn’t see their faces, nor did she understand their words as they spoke in their own language to one another. She had ceased to care. They knocked twice on the door, and it was opened outwards. They exchanged a few words with the guard outside, who disappeared. ‘Come forward, Juniper. They’re almost ready for you.’ Fatima gestured to the young. Her eyes are crossed and dazed, on the verge of consciousness. Drool drips out of her ring gag. I stare at her as I aim my blood soaked cock and drill into her mother’s pussy. Getting all that nasty blood and slime into another woman’s warm cunt is just unreal. So many fluids mixing around. I look down to see a bit of blood staining her pussy lips and I thrust viciously in and out. Her pussy is so much looser by comparison. So inviting and relaxed. I can pump so much harder. Getting closer to. She happened to turn her head at that moment and gave me direct look. Maybe a little smile? Couldn’t really tell with the mask. So when I went and adjusted my clothes, she was an obvious target. Fortunately, the free weight area was (mostly) clear of guys when I came back.I really showed off for her, mainly just watching her, prancing around, occasionally picking up a weight, working it a bit, and then laying it back down. She knew I usually worked out there, she had seen me a few times (I. ‘Move your hand lower now, baby.’ We both watched as she trailed her hand down her chest to the top of her thong. She uncrossed her legs, shifting them straight out in front of her. She toyed with the tiny strings settled on her hips, and glanced at me nervously. ‘Take them off.’ I whispered hoarsely, clearing my throat. She nodded, and slipped her fingers under the strings. She wiggled her hips and the lacy black cloth fell away from her secret mound. ‘Oh Cara!’ I breathed. She had shaved.