...whorish. The guy hammered at her for a whole ten minutes before he started to tense up. “Please, don't cum in me!” Lia begged. As much as she...d given up on not being raped, the last thing she wanted is to get knocked up or worse. Lia's words fell on deaf ears as he continued to rape the young girl. Lia redoubled her efforts to escape, trying to twist away, hoping that he'd slip out and cum. Lia's pussy was sopping wet once again as her body reacted to the stimulation. She began to. Even though Dwayne didn’t show up, Trent has nothing else to do so he decides to check out that new antique shop.He slides his back pack onto his shoulders and then pulls his bike off the rack. His ride doesn’t take long, no more than twenty minutes. He parks his bike on the side of the building, a little out of sight. There is the possibility of it being stolen, but ultimately there is nothing he can do about it. Trent’s bike lock broke a couple months ago and he just hasn’t bothered to. As the months went by and I got bigger and bigger it was more difficult to make the journey over to the milking barn. I waddled over there with my big belly and tits. I had long gotten over my nakedness and would let loose with pee and poop wherever I felt like it. Let someone else clean it up.They eventually just let me sleep in my milking stall so I didn't have to walk there everyday. When I had about 2 months to go they stopped milking me. It was very painful to let my tits dry up. They were. But again he was taller and so I needed to shift his legs so wide his arse would be at the right height. I tapped his lower back with my palm until it was just right. I scratched his back with my pointy red acrylic finger nails. He shivered and his back rose as did scratch marks. His ass low but his head high like a wolf in howl.I held on to his hips with one hand and directed the strapon with the other. It disappeared into his ass easily. His butt eating it hungrily. I went in and out. There.