Without thinking about it, I bent over, knife in hand, and stabbed the fucking thing deep in her cunt. Twisting it around to make sure the damage was ...s good as I could get it. She had stopped screaming by now, and in fact. Had stopped moving. Only her chest movement told me she was still alive. The fucking cow hadn’t even got the sense to fucking die when she knows she should.But she would. I stood to one side looking down at the cunt that had once promised to love honour and obey. Three. Aur ahhhhhhhhh dalo naaaaaaaaa mujhe chudo naaaaa ki awazen nikal rahi thi. aur mare lund ko apni phudi mae dalne ki kushish ker rahi thi.tab mae nae us ke hoontoon ka aik gehra kiss leya or mame ko zoor se dabate hue us ki phudi per apne lun se aik jhatka mara tu mere lun ka tupa us ki seal to toor ker thura sa andar chala geya tu wo chekhi haeeeeeeeeee maarrr dallllllllaaaaaaaaaa ahista tu mae nae foran us ke moon per hath rakha or us ke mame ko apne moon me le ke chusna shuroo keya or aik or. Mandy loved everything about her first meal out! She told Bob it was an event she would remember always. They chatted and chatted about everything that had happened and how both of their lives had changed.Bob looked at his watch and said they had about a half-hour before they needed to be back at Stan's. Mandy told Bob how she'd love to have a watch and she'd never owned a watch before. Longingly looking at her exposed and empty wrists she sighed, "Boy it would be nice to have one!" There's a. If she was enjoying her dicking – and, truth be told, after the humiliation subsided, she kind of was – she didn’t give her captors the satisfaction of showing it. All in all, she was proud of her performance as a ringside free-use fuckslut.“You took it like a true champion of the people, Ms. Lindholm,” spoke the familiar voice of the ape who had started this debaucherous domino effect. She felt the bungee cord ring ropes that had secured her in place lift away from her. A bear paw-sized hand.