i looked like a whore, lying on the floor naked and obviously used. Indian sex you’ll be taken ten times a day then” she smirked. she took hold of my hair, and used it like a control to position my head. i should have felt uneasy, but now i just saw that he had a boner in his pants. “you blab, these go on fuckbook . but it also sent a shiver of anticipation through me. the feel of the blade at my breast made my nipples hard. i could see a red line curling from my chest to my ribs, and knew that my top hid a long red line down my right tit. “what a slut you are. grabbing my breasts, he mauled them like dough. the juices splattered faster than i could lick, and spread over my face. she asked me to keep the collar on, until i got home. i heard the click of a camera, as i lay with my legs obscenely spread, my holes stuffed and one leaking cum, the other blood. i needed no instructions, though I’d never done this before. i mean i’m no flatchest, but she was like huge. i wanted to be taken, used and treated like a trash whore. she dragged me like a doll across the dance floor, and through some stairs
