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There were eleven marks, eleven assfucks in total, going on for hours. Each guy had managed to fuck her three or asian four times, at least she hoped that was what it meant. Strictly speaking she couldn’t be sure they didn’t have eleven different guys lined up to go once each. She felt sick in the pit of her stomach at the idea but took a deep breath and composed herself, assuring herself that would not have happened. The more she moved around the more she felt sore, especially, and unsurprisingly, in her ass. She didn’t know what possessed them to abuse her poor anus that way, but she felt like she was going to remember it for a long time. Beyond her reflection in the mirror she noticed the dildo sitting on top of a book on her side table and sat down – gingerly – on her bed to inspect it. It wasn’t as big as it hard felt but it was exceedingly firm. It was probably about the size of Trevor’s cock, though admittedly that would have been a struggle to take had she not been dripping with pent us sexual frustration that day in the gym. She gave a wry smile and tossed the rubber prick aside, turning her attention to the book it was sitting on, which turned out to be a photo album. Her stomach did a somersault as she guessed what it probably contained. She took it in voyeur her hands and held it in her lap for a long minute before daring to crack it open. Predictably, it was full of photos. Polaroids, she was relatively relieved to see – which meant there was no negatives, no photo studio who had seen these in order to develop them, japanese no digital copy floating around in the cloud waiting to be stolen and leaked online. The first page was photos of her restrained and lying across the bed from various angles, including a helpful close-up of her pussy and asshole in case she wanted to know what she looked like from that angle. She slowly turned to the next page, a series of progress pics of the dildo being inserted into her until it was buried to the hilt. On the opposite page was a photo of her lubed pucker and a cock halfway into it, accompanied by a corresponding photo of her face, her teeth gritted on the cloth gag, her cheeks flushed red. She was fairly sure the cock japan belonged to Angus, so she at least knew he was the first to violate her that night, and probably the ringleader of the operation. As the pages progressed there were more photos. At first they were taking from the point of view of whoever was having sex with her, point of view shots of them entering her. Photos to update the streaks of cum left on her back, the increasing tally count on her left shoulder. After a while it became clear they remained in the room together as the photos were taken from different angles. Every few pages was a close-up of her battered anus, as if to update on it’s status. By the time she’d been fucked to completion six times there was obvious visible swelling. By the ninth she realized it was no longer fully closing despite the swelling, and cum was trickling out of her ruined hole. Once the tally reached eleven the dildo was removed and she was rewarded with some photos of her wet, glistening pussy, her lips spread manually by an unseen person’s fingers to expose every private detail to the camera’s lens. There were a few more photos of her lying prone and as best she could recall definitely passed out. Another page and the scene was suddenly different. The cuffs, gag and blindfold were removed and she had apparently been cleaned up, though she didn’t know how. Body tits wipes, she assumed. There were a few pictures of her lying on her back sprawled across the bed, apparently snoozing peacefully. There were a few photos of her face from the tits up, the photographer apparently unwilling to take even a single picture that wasn’t inherently sexual. Then there was a photo taken from between her parted legs, capturing the entire landscape of her body with the soft forest of her ginger pubes in the foreground, and one final picture of her sleeping on her side with the blanket pulled up over her, captioned underneath with a brief note: thanks for being our princess, next time you can be the queen, love from the boys xxoo . The sound of Madre's tits moans filled the air as japan her followers watched intently, Furore scowling from near her adoptive mother's throne as she watched in longing for such affections. “Thee needed that badly didn’t thee lass,” I observed, “It’s not right passionate woman like thee going without.” “What’s the matter, Brock?” I tittered, “Something distracting you?” I hunched forward onto the tabletop, pressing my breasts together, sucking my thumb. japanese Dave cut her Jacket off. ‘More’. Her tongue flicked across her pink lips, so moist and glistening. Brie asian soared through her orgasmic reverie. 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