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I abandoned trying to stroke Grunt and Flendian to completion, and instead, pushed against Gronk’s pelvis with all my might. It was useless, the orc was too strong. I contemplated for a desperate moment about biting down, but he never gave me the chance. He pulled out as I felt a pressure against my rectum. My head whipped around, and I stared at Hacksaw with all the pleading, manic terror I could muster. “Don’t!” I screamed, but he just grinned. The scars on his face deepened with his cruel mirth, and he pushed forward. The pressure increased, and I began to writhe and struggle atop Mistress. Grunt and Flendian caught hold of my flailing wrists, and Hacksaw pinned me atop Mistress with a firm hand to my tailbone. The pressure increased. I felt my pelvic floor indenting, the skin of my taint stretching as it asian was pushed inward. The pressure increased. The tiny aperture of my sinful hole dilated, and I shrieked in terror as it slowly expanded. The crowd cheered and laughed as I thrashed desperately; my hips wriggling, my legs kicking, and my arms straining with all their might. The pressure increased, and increased, and increased. I looked around frantically, searching for anything that could stop this, anything that could save me. The pressure broke. My head reeled backward, my hips slammed downward, my back bowed in a spine-cracking arch as my mouth shrieked until the sound left my chest. I felt myself stretch around him, expand beyond my limits, cling to him in a hold so tight, it seemed that my gripping circle would tear. He japanese pushed through the tender coil of my anus, flattening its walls against the muscles of my insides, forcing my bowels into my own body. He kept going; gradually opening my locked channel, burning his heat into the reaches of my most sensitive entrance, pressing through virgin flesh that had never felt the touch of another. It was the worst pain I’d ever felt, close up beyond anything I’d endured in training or combat. It was an invasion of my very essence, of my pride and sanctity, but my thoughts had long since passed such trivial matters. I was agony, the very embodiment of it, and then… then I was something else. His pelvis finally pressed against my cheeks, and he held me there in stasis, forcing me to acclimate to him. Through gritted teeth that leaked with spit, and bulging eyes that blurred with tears, I adapted to him. I surrendered myself to his invasion, I loosened the tension in my body, and I felt myself grow limp where I had been clenching. There was Hairy a moment of what I can only describe as peace; a blissful serenity where I simply gave up, and allowed it to happen. The pain began to dissipate, the tension began to unwind, and I began… to like it. It was absurd, really, to garner pleasure from something that had been so excruciating, to enjoy something so perverse and wrong, but I couldn’t lie to myself; I liked it a lot. The scream that had passed through my lips waned and died, and I became languid atop my god. My breasts pressed into hers, my belly unclenched and distended into her warm stomach, and my quivering, tensed thighs sloped into a spread-legged sprawl. I could feel her cock pressing against Hacksaw’s from the other side, I could feel them stretching my taint into a flat, glistening ribbon, I could feel them throbbing against the vulnerable spaces within me, and I could feel myself leaking from the arousal of it all. They began to thrust, and I began to moan. What are you doing?! Stop! Don’t give them the satisfaction! Fight it! Remember your oaths! “Do you like it, Astrid?” Mistress grinned up at me, her head titled back in pleasure, her black eyes cast downward and her lips parted. “Yes, Mistress!” I moaned a wining, whorish tone I’d never Fingering expressed before, “I don’t want to, but it feels too good!” “You’re getting raped in front of everyone, and you’re moaning like a used whore.” Mistress chuckled, squeezing my breasts viciously, prompting my wining moan to raise in pitch as I savored the pain, “I’m disappointed, Astrid; I thought you had more fight in you.” The yellow ball was in Hairy the lab's mouth as he bobbed back to his owner. My dick popped into the velvety grip of her hot sheath. He grabbed my hips firmly and pulled me back to him. I shifted and said, “I feel like we're missing something important. They all knelt around him with Janis's head on his leg. This was one of my pre-scripted protocols. By now she has at least half of my almost fully erect cock in her mouth. We hit a discount store and got several bras and pairs of panties for not tht much money. He smiled at me, he was ready. “But I want it so badly.” Megan whined. Mr. Logan was a damn good-looking man, about 6’2, 200 pounds, with deep chest, broad shoulders, narrow waist, solid looking butt, and long athletic legs. Once there, he followed her down a broad corridor, with more doors than he could count. His coffee was still warm and he had just looked at the food menu when he spied Trish walking towards the coffee house door, with her was a woman of about the same Fingering age as Adam and on first sight he was pleasantly surprised at how pretty she was. James smiled like never before, picked up the woman, and spun her around as he returned her hug. Sunsets asian are awesome, and your warm hugs and sweet kisses are better than close up fabulous and awesome. I lapped between her pussy lips for a while and then when her clit started swelling, I accidentally lapped across that. Anything akin to emotions you have are simple self defense ticks. My member was roused beyond all reason. I could feel her pushing back to me, grinding into me with desire. Bridget kisses me long and hard, probing deep into my mouth with her tongue and this time when she withdraws her tongue I chase it with mine, exploring her mouth and moaning into her. I felt her scream of horror and delight vibrate around the tentacle in her throat, japanese and I smiled open-mouthed at her, massaging her esophagus with my new tongue.