"Sir, that old guy, was he wearing some kind of ratty old robe?" Yes...yes! You know him; you know the store. Where is it? How do I get there?" I'm...afraid you can't sir. That store, Spells-R-Us, it doesn't exist. You must have heard about it and had some sort of weird dream or something. Let me call a cab to take you home." No! It's true, and it's here, and I'll find it." He picked up a beach chair and threw it at a display. "Even if I have to tear this whole mall apart." I'm afraid I. ‘Beth’ She answered. ‘Beth is looking after me.’ He smiled at her with white straight teeth. Beth continued to dab the area while the mystery man removed his hat but left a dark pair of sunglasses in place. Beth looked around hastily trying to spot her friends, while the stranger’s companions hoovered by the wooden bench adored with hanging basket and flowers, talking amongst themselves, although Beth knew they were discussing them. ‘I’m so sorry,’ Beth answered apologetic, ‘I didn’t see you,’. This is what you deserve.”“No please, stop!” she yells repeatedly, “I can’t, I can’t!”I rip the brush out of her. The end of the bristles are an angry red color. Throwing the brush away, I spread her pussy with my fingers again and lean in to look at the result. Her pussy is destroyed. On the outside her labia are swelling and irritated, while the inside looks like ground beef. Scraped and bleeding, her vaginal walls are raw with tiny shreds of tissue hanging everywhere. As I explore her pussy. Now I heard small cries of pain mingled with the moans of pleasure. I kept on going and crushed her tiny tits in my hands. The cries of pain grew louder and spurred me on. I went faster and faster, pounding that poor asshole for all it was worth and tugging her nipples hard. At this point she stopped crying out and made a gurgling sound as she licked the wall senselessly. She was totally in my control. I went faster than I thought possible and grabbed her ponytail, yanking her head back. I.