You pound my poor cunt with your fingers, letting me whimper and squirm. The comments from the guests are getting rude, some degrading, others embarra...sing. Leaving me panting after a bit, you remove your fingers. I bow my head, growing tired. Then, my head jolts up and I begin to thrash about as I feel your fingers between my still sore ass cheeks. Your fingers wet with lube, you massage my hole, gently pressing inside with first one finger, then another. I feel a bit of lube drizzle down my. As we flew low over Yungay, my friend waved his hand at what had been a moderate sized city. "There were twenty-five thousand people living here. They have found ninety-two survivors. Most of these were on a slightly higher part of town where the cemetery and stadium were located." Neither of us could find a possible remark on the horror of that.We parked on the hill, and the pilot pointed out where the clinic was. He had been there a number of times and remembered a group of three palm trees,. "If Missy can make all of Chief's war club go down her neck in one try, Missy may be new Queen gypsy girl told us about." He looked at Teresa with a challenge in his eye.I glanced over at her. Tess got that determined English Bulldog look in her eye, and when I'd seen it in the past, she proved a formidable force to reckon with. There was one time in Guadalajara that she had been challenged to fully seat a campesino's rather girthy and erect penis completely in her anal tract. I had my doubts.. He doesn’t move until she thrusts her hips up, hoping to get him to fuck her. Instead, he removes his finger and she is left empty besides the agonizing desire to cum. “Please,” she whispers. “What was that?” “Dammit, Danny, please let me cum!” Meg snaps and in response, he slams three fingers against her G-spot and thrusts upwards. Hard. The rough treatment should have her repulsed with him and herself, yet she is craving her orgasm too much for her inner feminist to care. She arches into his.