“Brock, put it back in!” I cried, shifting my hips in a feminine samba that was both foreign and completely natural to me, this dance of weakness, an invitation to be ravaged. “You’re going to have to beg harder than that.” Yavara tittered, her arms keeping my head locked, forcing me to look at Brock’s cock as he laid it across my belly. I could smell it from here, the miasma of my own asshole, the pungent stink of his cum. My mouth watered. “Master?” A little voice inquired. It was Opal, staring down at me with shock writ across her face. The others came soon after, forming a circle around me, baring witness to my debasement. “Beg for it, you cunt.” Yavara hissed in my ear, her voice wanton and shaking, her breasts pillowing my head, “Beg for it in front cute of all your little pets. Show them what a depraved faggot whore their master really is.” I could desi see my slaves’ perception of me changing in their eyes, the image I’d meticulously cultivated crumbling. I was helpless, weak and blubbering, displayed before them like a tapestry of abasement. Why did the humiliation arouse me more? Oh, why did I seek to delve even lower?! I couldn’t help myself. My body tingled with the thrill of them baring witness, their shocked expressions, their hands covering their mouths. “Please!” I cried, squirming in Yavara’s arms, “Fuck my slutty asshole! Oh god, turn me into your toy! I’ll be a good faggot whore, I promise!” “Master!” My slaves cried in congruence. I just smiled meekly at them, defeated and ashamed, and aroused all the more because of it. Brock split me with his cock, driving so hard my body lurched with our impact. My soft flesh rippled, my breasts slapped my chest, my legs splayed wide to take him all the way. He pulsed in my deepest reaches, opening my inner resistances and violating the chamber therein. I screamed in ecstasy, tears filming my eyes, my body succumbing to the lassitude of Indian Porn my newfound feminine heterosexuality, my male homosexuality, the receiver, the bottom, the whore. Yavara kept my face pitched forward, making me watch as Brock fucked me with accelerating drives, my belly deforming with his entrance, by body becoming his, belonging to him! Oh, god take me! I cried out again and again, calling his name, thanking him with blubbering lips as he filled me like the vessel I was, nothing but the receptacle for his cock. He parted my tender innards with brutal efficiency, flattening my walls against my insides, torturing the nerves with each wonderful pass. My cock bounced unattended against my crotch, filled by the relentless stimulus of my indian prostate, leaking and spurting with each drive as though his penetration milked me of my seed. It ached in its fullness, the flesh singing to be caressed. “Don’t touch her!” Yavara snarled when Opal sought to relieve the pressure in my valve. The succubus backed off, Indian Sex looking worriedly at me. Yavara stroked my hair as I mewled and sputtered for reprieve, my words unintelligible, lost in my screams of ecstasy. “This little faggot whore doesn’t deserve to be touched; no, no, no. You’re going to come from your faggot pussy like the twink-slut you are, and then you’re going to thank Brock for raping your shithole!” “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I cried, lost in the torrent of my pleasure, my pain and humiliation. Oh, how I bathed in it, squirming in the splendor of depravity, becoming fully the faggot whore, the pathetic slut india unworthy of being touched like a man. Only a hole to be filled, and filled violently! My screams fluctuated to the fervent rhythm of our colliding bodies, rising in pitch as the sensations churned within my depths. She could feel his eyes boring into her ass. I trembled as she drew back her hips. She too looks quite a bit younger than she actually is. I have always had great orgasms when we make love. “Yes, your guests are all here, 22 of them to be exact. Tracey had to admit that despite her trepidations it was an exciting thought, to be assessed by a man who would only be judging her value based on her beauty and figure, like a prize animal and with Emily's Indian Porn assurances that it would just be a giggle she found herself nodding her head in agreement. Ian watched her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. I was being led to the corner office to the left and I could see the others were already gathered inside. She hadn't told me to scram yet cute so I took that's as my permission to go on. Did you cum?” “We can love you together.” “Any chance Indian Sex you have another bottle?” I felt sticky, my ass was leaking cum around the dildo I could feel it running down my balls onto the skirt it was absolutely ruined. I heard her breathing slow. “Whoa, that is pretty scary,” she said, “This should earn you a promotion when it’s done,” I sat her in a chair. After this, the woman then climbed onto the india table with her, but instead of turning around, she faced Jess and squated over her face. I didn't find out, until we both indian finally sat down, and watched the video recording together. Cindy loved the feeling of the wind wipping between her legs entering directly into her gapping cunt as she leaned back, spread-eagled on Larry's new Harley. I'd made Vanessa into my sister, so I had to convert her busty mother and sexy, older sister into my family. No sooner than he had left 2 of the women in the class came in, said, “hello” and started getting changed. The feelings that happened were too much for her to control. How do you justify beating a student like this? I’m a tall, muscled man, built to hand out pain. She had already made three quarters of a circle around the stage when a leg propped up in front of her. "Take them off," I added. Not even GPS. Each thrust made a wider line of sweat form across my brow, as my feet dug further into the mattress next to her legs. “Holy shit, it’s him!” Henry said. The Night That Changed Everything I grew up and discovered the untold wonders of gay sex and at last I understood what my fantasies had all been about. Amit: "The most unique part of your body will always be your kinky brain." I think we can stop by on the way back from the canyon." You need to become a slut-mommy as fast as possible so you can join the club.” just once. "Well, You do seem to enjoy nuzzling in there." You got such a yummy pussy. I start laying kisses on desi her neck while my hand sinks below the waistband of her sweats, wrapping my fingers around her flaccid sleeping cock.