When he stood up, he pulled off his
mask and ran his hand through his short blonde hair, looking down
at her prostrate form as she began to lift herself up on her elbow. She stood stock still,
her feet beaded with the dampness of the tiles, Mr. Indian sex Her cunt still throbbed, and her ass was a firecracker
of pain, as he began rubbing her clit brutally while
twisting his cock around in her bowels. Understand?” he asked,
smiling down at her. Five minutes later they were on the highway, and for the first
time since in the office Mr. ———- Forwarded message ———-
Date: Wed, 30 Oct 1996 18:14:22 -0500 (EST)
From: wiley06 <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Short9.0 (mf nc teen) (1/1)
Another story from… She quickly dressed, feeling the sluggish roll of his semen down
her thighs, her head down and face flushed as she was reminded of
her humiliation. God, he was going to love breaking this one. “MMMMGGGGFFFFFF!” she screamed through the gag as the big
black man forced her hard to her knees, her naked flesh bruising
against the hard, slimy floor, her lithe, strong body struggling against
the hands of the men tearing at her body, poking and prodding into
her cunt and ass and twisting and tweaking her nipples and breasts. Her slender young body shook with
every blow, and her cunt pulsated with pain.
