"I thought I'd make it so you couldn't bite me again," he saved Bhabhi her the trouble of asking what he planned to do with them. She shook her head rapidly. "I won't, I promise," she hiccupped again. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't breath and…" "There will be lots of times you won't be able to breathe in the future," he informed her ominously. "You'll have to either promise to let yourself pass out first, or I'm going to remove those front teeth of yours." He flexed the pliers to threaten her. "I promise not to bite you again. If I break that promise, then you can remove my teeth," she tried to make a bargain. "Wow, it almost seems like you have a say in what I do to you." Hayden frowned at her. She whimpered while averting her eyes. "Well, it would make quite the mess, and I don’t want to risk breaking your jaw," he pretended to change his mind while setting down the pliers. The last item he picked up was a bottle of mineral oil that Britney recognized. Her dad always kept it in the kitchen and used it on his professional grade cooking knives so they would not oxidize and rust. Britney gulped as she guessed what Hayden was going to do with it. He started by pouring some on her chest and drizzling it down to her crotch. Eventually he made his way past her cunt and was india pouring it right on her tightly shut asshole, which was now visible because her legs and butt were raised. She flinched at the cold sensation. He did not stop though. He pushed the lip of the bottle against her ass and twisted it until he was able to get through. She groaned as she felt the muscles in her butt clenching and relaxing. He tipped the bottle up and emptied what little was left inside her. She sighed when he removed it indian but gulped when he replaced it with his desi fingers. She clenched her teeth and rolled her eyes back as she let him massage her butt hole inside and out. Soon it was completely lathered with oil and sufficiently open. She tried to ignore the feeling of his cock pushing against her anus. The outside of the tight hole was pulled inside when he suddenly thrust into her. She yelped in homemade pain as his dick dug into her intestines. It hit the walls of her bowels and slid along them with the aid of the oil. She felt incredibly full though as the can of soda was still inside of her cunt. His cock scraped against the lump of flesh that separated the can from her bowels. She shuddered at the feeling while clenching her muscles. She was trying to force the can out. Realizing this, Hayden placed his fist at the entrance of her cunt and shoved it inside. She shrieked as he drove the can further up inside of her. "Please," she begged. "Don't talk back." He slapped her face. "You're killing bengali me." She turned and threw up yet again. Three days later Piper and I went to the club straight from college to meet Jill. awakening for her. “Tell her to eat it.” Donna whispered. As she turned, she saw Dave watching with that stupid little grin of his. Her expression was more serene; I noted she was constantly looking at her watch. “Fuck! That's when last night came flooding back to me, I was naked in my bed and my mother was homemade no where to be indian seen. This bliss flowed through me. My heart pounded in my chest. We all climbed into my car, me in driver seat and both the girls climbed into the back seat. “What india if we could go into a game world?” Yazid spread his hands like a magician revealing a trick. "Well, I did too. “What the hell are you wearing Norah? I broke our kiss, seeking more flesh to taste and desi began working down her chin toward her neck. So naughty. But despite his mental efforts to stave off his orgasm and premature ejaculation, he ended up releasing a small glob of sperm anyway. They've got men on the inside committing sabotage! "I think you're too ashamed and embarrassed to tell me that you've had your hands on another guy's wiener." “Leona is so cruel, playing all day with Shauna and ignoring me!” I push down on your shoulder with one hand as I pull back on your hip with the other bending you over. Olive had landed Bhabhi on her back with her face between her mothers’ breasts breathing heavily. I asked, bengali trying to create some form of conversation to save myself from the silence. He spoiled his sex slave sister. “I have to ask you a serious question Michael, (I was back in boys clothes).” Mr Johns said.