I’m a sucker for a dominating man, but multiple?! Sign me the fuck up, well actually, I was overcome, over run, ran through like a god damn pack of feral wolves in a pack, looking for a woman in heat to breed with their cocks out. Don’t get me wrong, my tight soiled clam creams like a fucking hose at the thought of getting tied down and tortured. I wanna be ravaged and left bloody and bruised. Abusive brutal fucking isn’t fun if rope and fear aren’t involved.
I didn’t intend to get that kind of attention when I showed to an after party. Grabbed by the neck in the corner where no one could see or hear my screams, my hands tied behind my back all the way to my neck. With a cover over my eyes i had no idea what was to cum next. Tied to some kind of cold metal pole, my clothes ripped off, my moist soiled pussy pulsating and shaking in fear. I could hear all the foot steps, smell the cigar smoke, bottles of beer. Gang banged, massive amounts of men taking all their rage and rape fantasies out on me. Every time I whimpered I got slapped, I deserved it, I should know better how much that control turns me on.
Bukkake in the face, covered and smothered
One after another they fucked the shit outa my tiny little puff muff, creamy, leaking and running bloody cum out like a god damn river. So many cocks it was too many, I lost count after my loose lipped pussy lips went numb. Shaking, quivering, thrusting my legs around every deep diver, pulled out and sprayed to my face, covering my mouth, the minute I can take a breathe another load fills my cheeks. Dripping, I’m drooling gigantic amounts of goey thick spooge
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