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Oblivious to my struggles as long as I stay quiet.The sex is unreal. It always is. I don't want it to ever end, but I know our time as up as I feel his hand sliding down my back. Soon enough, both of his hands are on my hips. He is grunting loudly now, for the whole world to hear. His cock is no longer pulling back as he gets closer to cumming. He is holding my hips hard and just grinding into me as hard as he can. His cock is as deep as he can get it, and I feel like he is trying to jam it in further these last few moments before he cums.Every nerve ending in my body is experiencing sensory overload. My face, knees, and arms are starting to burn from the pressure of being forced down into the cheap sheets for so long. I feel his leg hair tickling me where he is kneeling between my legs. I still feel the used condom cooling on the back of my neck, and his sweat is dripping onto my back. I feel every drip of his sweat land on my back and slide slowly down my spine. Pooling at the. Laura reluctantly spread her legs widely, leaving herself defenseless before Tamara."Now, be a good girl and arch your back for me and it won't hurt so bad," encouraged Latanya.Laura burned with humiliation as she arched her back and rolled her ass up. She knew that if anyone came into the room to rescue her, they would see her in such a sluttish position and assume she wanted it. That she was begging to have her ass fucked by these two strangers."That's my baby girl. Just relax that virgie brownie as much as you can. If you try to fight it, it's gonna hurt chore ass somethin' awful!"The dildo pressed threateningly against Laura's tightly clenched pucker, as Laura tried to relax her clenched muscles."Give it to the little bitch now!" Latanya shouted, causing Laura to tighten in fear.'Wait, give me just a moment!' Laura tried to say, but it was muffled by Latanya's pussy.'Ow Ow Ow, fuck that hurts' Laura thought, as she felt the head of the dildo batter past her inner defenses,.
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