“Hold tight,” Mobana coached and Rachael nodded and gritted her teeth. Indian porn However she was not that lucky! The young waif babe gave a horrendous moan. The general was there in his finest uniform looking triumphant, a preening peacock of a leader enjoying his occasion. As she sat in the whining bird the red-carpeted passenger area like a waiting room she could see Mobana shaking hands with his friend and ally the prime minister of his neighbouring country. ***************
She awoke to silence. Her yes widened and she froze then gasped as she felt the sausage press then slid back up her ass until her sphincter closed around it; the turd deep inside her again. The president was now laid back on his bed, his hands on Rachael’s great rump. She hoped she’d feint or at least stop noticing each hungry lustful face as her breasts were fed to them. He saw Koko was running towards him dressed in fatigues a machine pistol in her hand. The general did not strike her again instead raised his hand slowly as if to calm a tensed animal. *************************
High up in the central keep of his jungle fortress Rachael slowly undressed under the lustful gaze of her new husband. He lit a cigar reclining back on his seat looking at his new wife.
