At first it puzzled her. She thought about kicking him, but then she remembered General Aamir in the front seat, armed with a rifle and pistol. "Open your legs for me, bitch. I have an idea that will make shaving your little American cunt both more fun and challenging." Layla's pale thighs spread for him. "UHHH!! NNN!!" She looked into his eyes, begging for mercy as drool slid from the ball-gag in her mouth all the way down her chin. Yet he easily ignored her desperate need to be treated as a human being. Instead, as if she was just a piece of property, he knelt between her legs and thrust his cock into her bare cunt. Then, once his length was fully encased in her heavenly warmth, he began applying the shaving cream around her pussy, very slowly and methodically shaving her pubic hair. "See, American bitch? I can fuck you and shave you at the same time. You see now how Ajikistani men are more talented than those pathetic little boys you call 'men' back in your homeland." Layla tensed the entire time he shaved her, amazed at how sure and smooth his strokes were, and his instinctive ability to pause right before the truck hit a pothole in the gravel-dirt road as if he had done this a thousand times before. At last, once he had finished with her, the skin around her sex was now as soft and smooth as silk. He put down the razor. Now he gripped her hips. "All done. Now we FUCK," he growled, his hips slamming forward as his cock began to move in and out of her. Layla could do nothing but groan through her gag as the man raped her. What made it even worse, though, was that Sandy was watching every second of it, lying right beside her, and that part of her deep, deep down admitted that she enjoyed the man's dominance. Layla had a fleeting flashback suddenly, a scrap of memory of her first boyfriend, Dietrich, cuffing her hands to his bed vintage and fucking her roughly from behind. Dietrich had gagged her too, and she remembered biting so hard into that rubber ball as he'd stretched her cunt. It was the gag in her mouth right now, she realized, which was reawakening that instinctual arousal, flashing her back to that happier memory. A dark yet lustful memory that confused her brain and made her wonder about the overlap between pain and pleasure, past and present. 'What's wrong with me?' Layla cringed, her eyes squeezing shut as shame flooded through her. Yet the similarity of this sensation to that long ago experience, despite her fear just now…it persisted, and Layla's eyes grew heavy-lidded with lust as she felt the cock slam into her again and again. Her naked, willowy figure trembled under the soldier's onslaught, his indian cock raping her like a jackhammer, fucking her with absolutely no mercy. Kasim's tight-knuckled grip left two red marks, one on either of the girl's hips, as he plunged into her, reveling in the grip of her sex around his slamming shaft. Soon after, the truck came to an abrupt halt. It stopped Kasim's rhythm, but only for a moment. Almost immediately he resumed pumping his hips forward and watching his cock vanish balls-deep in Layla's snatch with loud smacking sounds as she lay there helpless, drooling and looking up at him. "Kasim, we are at the camp. Take your dick out of that whore and bring those two sluts along for our meeting with Commander Hakim!" "UHH!! Fuck!" Kasim groaned. His eyes bulged, then snapped shut in ecstasy as Layla felt the hard heat of that thick column of manhood straining inside her. Z- Come over tomorrow morning when you get off work. "Sorry slut you have to pay for your past sins." Then I crashed back into panting bliss. A super sexy voice broke into my weary thoughts, “Do you mind if we sit here?” It wasn’t just the voice, when I looked up, wow! The family had just returned from their 2 week vacation, other than a minor delay returning home they all had a good time relaxing in the sun. That’s 6 now isn’t it?” Freya asked. "You can give this stuff away?" she asked. “You don’t regret it?” Mistress asked, running the back of her hand vintage softly over my tattooed belly. He is far stronger than I am. I had released her from Kiera’s enslavement the moment she changed, and now she stood at the mouth of the arboretum, disinterestedly examining the flowers she once tended with such care. He agreed. The taste was clearly pleasing as he began to feast on my pussy, his tongue seeking and finding the copious flow of juices emanating from my body. “Grade 9.” I answered playfully. I have you sit down on my cock and you slowly start riding me. I like this way because I can see your sweet face, your fantastic boobies and I can see my dick in your cunt. She was ready to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy. I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. “Doesn’t look like she’s got knickers on either, I’m sure I just got a flash of her cunt.” My nipples were so sensitive. When the waiter still couldn’t hear anything he told him to turn the ‘volume’ up and have another go. He had no plans other than to get the fuck out of that house. He would thrust and thrust and release his seed deep inside her. We have a few days." Is she comfortable enough to go through with our physical intimacy? “I want to ride you. "Alright, forming up now. And he’s announcing a manhunt for his would-be assassin right now…” "We will be in great attire and a little wet indian when arriving. Fucking at night, and usually in the morning. Please go ahead and get up. It was starting to get dark, so we rented it and got out of the area. He smiled at me and then reached under and grabbed my boobs.