Seemingly just living in the moment, Sara continued to use her tongue to caress her sister’s cum-soaked pussy. You heard me, bitch. xxx This was my bar, for fuck’s sake. She lay there, grunting, hands clenched at her sides, forced to wonder whether her sister still lived even as the man raped her. She placed two delicate hands on his chest and began to stroke his pectoral muscles even as he groaned in pain, forced to eat pussy. Just as Rex had promised, his men were tidying up after tonight’s mess and disposing of evidence. He gave me a pat on the shoulder. With one hand clamped over her mouth, he growled, “Shut up, cunt. Apparently she had her eyes squeezed shut, and that just wouldn’t do. Is my pussy nudging against that busted nose of yours?
