Hikari loves the feeling of a dildo deep in her cunt

My vulnerable front hole is not to be left unattended lingerie for long. The next of the Hunters’ men is already stepping up. This one is a bearded giant, rather overweight, and I tense in my bonds at the sight of this one, anticipating penetration with an organ that matches the size of his body. His prick is average size though, and the worst thing about being raped by him is the way my head presses against the sweaty flesh of his chest, so even after he’s gone I can’t escape the scent of his body odor. Thus it continues, on and on and on. By about man number ten, I’m weakened severely. My arms and thighs, unnaturally stretched by the restraints have no stamina left for fighting to protect me and I hang limp and accepting as cock after cock enters me to dump its load of slime. There is so much of these men’s fluids in my holes that I am thoroughly lubricated, and in that sense the sensation of being torn lessens, but at the same time a deeper soreness builds and builds with each successive rape, until my holes seem to burn with pain. But being rubbed raw does not deter my nanotech, which continues to keep me aroused throughout. I feel as though the unending sexual stimulation is sinking me into a trance, but the tech mercifully spares me the dishonor of climaxing during rape. Perhaps it needs prolonged stimulation to my clitoris rather than my vagina to achieve that goal. Each man’s rough exploratory fondling of my button is brief – a gesture to claim complete possession of me, rather than to give me pleasure, and no-one seems interested in that part of me other than as another vulnerable place to hurt. Once the number of rapes I’ve endured is into the high twenties – that’s high twenties just in my pussy, and a slightly lower number in my backside, I’m so exhausted and lost in unending misery that I begin to lose awareness of reality. I’ve been raped so much by now I’ve lost count of exactly the number of violations I’ve endured. Faces begin to blur, man after man, an old one, a young one, a fat one, a hairy one, ones of different races, ones with big cocks, ones with small cocks, circumcised and uncircumcised, but all with the same merciless inhuman expression as they take their turn to rape me. Glancing down in a moment between partners I see blood streaked down my thighs, as red as my hair. It says something about the male psyche that anyone still finds me desirable when I’m such a wreck. I’ve been sweating heavily even though the heat is going from the day. My hair is matted to my skull. And I feel soiled, so soiled that an eternity of cleaning will never remove the sensation of so many touches on me. Dribbling streaks of filth run so far down both my thighs that they’re reaching my japan ankles. My buttocks are so slick it’s like they’re oiled. They slip and slide against each other with the few movements asian of my pelvis I can still manage. It is at some time in the thirties that I pass a point where I’m so ruined that I’m too unclean for the taste of some. One waiting man changes his mind and steps up behind the helpless Palonae instead of me, and to my eternal shame I’m relieved when he begins to rape her. Another fellow is determined it is me that will bring him to orgasm, but he finds me too soiled to penetrate. His solution is to masturbate into one hand while he touches me with the other, and then wipe his seed over my face, leaving it dripping down my cheek to degrade me in a new way. With the man who follows him, it’s back to business as usual. By the early forties it’s as if I’m looking at the world from inside a dark tunnel, able to see the sunlit afternoon of the desert camp only in the small visible circle at the end of the tube. I can’t feel anything now – no hands, no cocks, no pain. It’s cool down here in this vast concrete pipe, and I don’t seem to be restrained. In one direction I see light, and the desert. In the other direction the tunnel goes into to complete darkness, and turning my back on Aghara-Penthay, this is the way japanese I run. 21 cum - Sixth The guilt and shame felt too much to accuse his own brother of something so heinous. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingers inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. He barely missed a stroke as his cock drove into me again. So let's get started. “No, it’s just that my skin is so sensitive and japan I’m so unbelievably horny that I think I might cum from the slightest touch. After she was finished I looked down at her with a smile on my face as she looked up to me and asked me submissively " what do you desire from me my master?" He has his hard on asian back already. - "*pant-pant* Are you enjoying?" “I feel like you could learn a lot from that book.” She told me softly. She had stayed overnight last night , her daughter Holly had gone out with her cheerleader girlfriends so she had to take care of Ryan who was not only her master but her daughter's first college boyfriend , today was the 2nd day of Springbreak . As she sucked on the long penis Sheila's mind went back to what happened last night. Her last scoop she held up to Nathan. "Prepare to die boy! She pretended that she was so progressive she was dating a Black guy, cum but I knew she didn't really care about him. I knew what she wanted and I pressed my face into her sex and my tongue as deep as it would go into her vagina. I tasted Jeff’s load; now it’s time to drink yours” The End. Sissy said he was very interested, but they have your mark, so you must make the call. My friend bucked beneath me. Her sweet juices gushed out around my daddy's cock. I lifted her up and slammed her back down a few times, making her squeal or scream with each push. Becky nodded slowly as a smirk lingerie curled the corners of her mouth up. “We’ll take option 2. I’ll have the contract ready in two minutes. “Okay. And so they had money to use constructively on their dream japanese house together. “Come on bro, you too.” Zane kept on shooting. Maybe just a salad.