De'vine, Metro, Thugzilla, Trap Boyy & Young Buck

Her other hand was buried in her head of sandy curls; her eyes smouldered with rimming a hellish sucking fire from beneath heavy lashes. Dmitri watched intently as a single drop of moisture fell from her cunt onto the stone floor. Pierre turned and beckoned for the next victim. The blonde sighed and took one step forward, a second step and then collapsed, trembling, against the platform. She put a hand out to steady herself and fought to control her breathing but lust overcame her. Sliding to the floor she spread her legs apart to reach for her crotch, driving her fingertips onto her clit and letting out a low, bestial wail. Pierre flashed his teeth in a wicked grin as he bore down on her. “Come, I will help you to keep your feet“ he said, taking her in his strong arms and guiding her up the steps to her place above the second brass plate while she clung to him, whispering her thanks. He moved away to the lever which would start the motors and she sank to her knees, slack-jawed and empty-eyed. Her nipples were as hard as bullets and her pupils black as caverns. Pierre pulled the lever and the motor began to hum. The woman stared in fascination at the floor between her knees, her knuckles white as she dug her fingers into the flesh of her thighs to keep black her hands from trembling, amber locks tumbling over her face. Dmitri put his cigar aside and sat forward, enrapt, to watch the stake emerge slowly from its socket. At the sight, the blonde turned her eyes briefly to the spitted corpse beside her then dropped to grovel on her belly, licking and sucking at the cold metal as though she were teasing a lover. In time, the rod stood a few inches proud of the floor and she squatted over it to rub her clit against the dull steel point, thrusting her pelvis to and fro with wild abandon. Her heavy breasts swayed and the muscles of her thighs and stomach were sharply defined beneath their shimmer of sweat. The pole continued its inexorable ascent until there was sufficient length for her to splay her thighs and grind her cunt up against it, sighing blissfully while watching Pierre through hooded lids. As it reached higher she knelt astride and positioned her rounded hips so that her open cunt bore down on the stake. Crying out like a banshee she began bucking up and down violently, pinching and tugging at her bareback nipples. Then she knelt before it, sliding her soaking cunt up and down on the cold steel until it reached high enough for her to stand, spread her thighs wide, and with her hands braced on her knees again take the rising tip inside her. A sigh went around the room as she bent and straightened her knees a little higher on every stroke, panting and groaning quite shamelessly while her juices ran slickly down the merciless steel shaft and her bosom quivered and jerked. She threw her head back, tossing her hair from side to side and scrabbling wildly at her clit with one hand, squeezing a fistful of breast-flesh with the other, while the rod rose remorselessly between her legs. Her knees began to straighten and her feet shuffled closer together. The tension in the room was palpable now; this was the point at which she must either move her body away from the shaft or else settle herself irrevocably atop of it for the final time - the decision would be hers alone. Nobody moved or breathed. Looking boldly around orgy her the nameless blonde licked her lips and smoothed her hands around her ribs and flanks to clutch her buttocks. Panting, she thrust her hips forwards, dragged her cheeks apart, and pressed her arse down onto the head of the stake until it was firmly embedded. She stuck her tongue out and gave the head a little lick which got an immediate response. Better back up that smack talk!" She is angry because she is wrongfully channeling most of that anger sucking toward Ben, but can’t make herself stop. “Not fucking happening.” black Matt roared. But I'd imagine you have no idea how...dangerous...the type of people there are out here on the road. She shrugged her shoulders. She struts around to my behind. “Did you enjoy that, sis?” And he bareback had the satisfaction of a job well done. “This is nice.” "You were magnificent," he replied with a smile, and her anxiety about what he would think instantly fell away. “Be careful with the mascara,” the crewwoman warned. Then they took one of their rounded and prospective liquid holding personal feeding objects (later learned to be called a bowl) and put it down on the floor and filled it with some of their food from a cooling devise. Good one.” She replied sarcastically. The Myrmidon’s footfalls didn’t even echo. When she didn’t have class and I didn’t have work we were joined at the hip and other places. Felicia squeezed the creature in her hands, feeling it fight desperately to stay alive. "Fill this with your piss," he told her. “No, Tiguaak, I am still sore from your yesterday’s orgy plowing. “Do you want me to repeat that for you?” You and rimming Jill can have me anytime you want.” She gave me a second kiss on the cheek and collected John to head home. With that, I pull her large legs up and insert my dick into her ass. He stopped and Penny thought it must be all in. Looking at her he smiled and in a deep voice said, “You like my monster?” My fingers drank in the feel of her silky skin.