"Thanks for the image." "Hey, mental hands off my boyfriend." "I don’t want my hands, of any sort, on your boyfriend. Have no fear." "Okay." Lara gr...bbed some water. "Besides, you should want your hands on Brody Lang." "Oh, please." Ryan reached in for a soda. "We're friends, ok? We talk. He's a nice guy." "But?" Lara led the way into the living room and they each dropped onto the couch. Ryan stretched her legs, reveling in being free of any casts. "But what?" "There's a but in there, I can. “Mrs. Taylor!” groaned Paul as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. “You’re going to deep-throat my dick, aren’t you?”It was another thing I’d never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his cock all the way into the depths of my mouth as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Paul brush the back of my throat this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth.. Fighting Hawk explained the situation to the men, "All of you but one is going to die. If you want to be that one then you have to kill the others, the last man standing lives. If you want to try to run then we will shoot you where you stand. Either way you will be dead." He threw the knives into the group. Once the shock wore off, one of the men picked up a knife and shoved it deep into the man beside him. That was all that it took. It was a matter of survival.The women and children watched. My nipples harden and I moan as I feel his teeth lightly pinching them. His other hand is busy tugging eagerly at my panties. He looks down and sees the playful words splayed across the front ‘Too Much Fun’. He laughs and smiles slyly while standing up. He places himself behind me and bends me over the side of the bed. He laughs again, this time at the back of my panties that read ‘Smack That’. He playfully snacks my ass. ‘Harder.’ I moan, enjoying being toyed with. He smacks my ass again, much.