Allison Wyte - Kelly the Coed 17 - Scene 2

I hope we can get out of this somehow.' Max watched as the beautiful blonde licked out her girlfriend's asshole. The college captor loved the sexy sight of the blonde's ass and exposed pink pussy. He would have his cock in there soon enough. He couldn't wait to rape the bitch. He couldn't wait to rape both of them and listen to their screams. ~CHAPTER 3~ It was a beautiful, sexy sight laid out before him. That's all Gary could think as he looked at the scene unfolding on the bed. The slender brunette had her wrists tied to the headboard, laying facedown and naked on the red satin sheets. The gorgeous blonde was in handcuffs, Max's hand fisted in her hair. He had her face thrust into 69 the brunette's ass, forcing her drunk to lick out her girlfriend's wrinkled hole. Bianca's groans and protests filled the room. "Welcome back to the party," Max grunted. Master Gary hefted a triangular butt plug in his hand. It was connected to a wired box which could send electroshocks to a girl's most intimate parts. schoolgirl "Out of the way, blonde slut." Stacey leaned back, her eyes bulging with horror as she saw their twisted 'toy.' Then she moved awkwardly to the side as pigtails Max pulled her back off the bed. Standing behind her, he slipped his arms around her torso, cupping the girl's breasts. He squeezed her supple tits as the girl groaned. "Lucky us. We get to watch Master Gary torture your girlfriend." Stacey tried to look away. "No. Please don't let him do this," she whimpered. “It's really you?” 69 I asked, my voice trembling. He moved his hands to his fly and unzipped himself. It was written all over her face. Swati: Yes, but my cunt pained for next 3 days. The race of the man matters, because it was part of the experience of what happened to you, just as his scent matters, his accent matters, his breath matters, his weight matters . . . “I hope your father doesn’t call Friday night; I have a feeling my pussy is going to be very busy pigtails this weekend”. He was pleased by the site of her well-manicured, yet very hairy pussy. “More.” Wendy mutters. “Ah, a dessert sweeter than Pavlova, I can hardly wait.” It was now February. I had both their pussy juices on my lips for one wild moment. Her face was red, with a pig nose and heavy jowls that quivered with every step. Dad squirmed. She college moaned as her schoolgirl body was rocked with pleasure as her orgasm drained her of what little strength she had left. ‘Ooohhhh Washington, push harder and fill my cunt!’ Becca hugging her from drunk behind.