The third podgy guy chooses not to violate me. “I promised my wife I’d only look but not touch,” he apologizes over the booing and taunts of his friends. So he’s married? I wonder what the woman would say if she knew the atrocities her husband allowed to happen to another female. One left. The blond man is preparing himself, knotting his hand in my hair, so I know what he intends. “Please!” I sob to him. “Not my Reflex. I’ll go along with whatever you want. Just not my Reflex.” At first when he takes his turn he’s not quite ready to penetrate. He likes my breasts and plays with them, feeling their weight and pulling at my nipples while I’m forced to kiss him as though I’m his girlfriend. I go along with this, doing everything I can to please in case it deters him from the trigger of my hair. I’m counting the times my Reflex has been activated, wondering if it’s already been enough for the color of my markings to start to change. How many now? Once with Klink and three from these guys already. Groping me and kissing me makes blond-stubble hard enough to be ready to enter, and he steers me back onto my belly on the bed. I’m not resisting any more, but he triggers my Reflex again anyway, moments before he cums inside my ass with a grunting climax. I think he does it because he know it’s the last thing I want. I am empty. Blackness. The dark haired one, he who took me first is already aroused again. I’m made to kneel and take his penis in my mouth this time. Cowed by the direst threats of punishment with the egg or the Reflex if I even touch him with my teeth, I work my tongue and lips to bring him to full hardness. This is the first time I’ve tasted a man’s cock. They’re so disgusting I have to fight the urge to retch. Dark-hair didn’t think it necessary to clean himself after his first conquest of me, so his stale dick is flavored semen, my blood and the foul taste of my own backside. It pleases him to see me react to what I’m enduring, so I’m forced to keep my gaze directed humbly up at him the whole time, never breaking contact. My eyes, he Bhabhi tells me are “big and beautiful”. It’s not easy to keep looking up at him while flooded with the taste of my own shit, especially when he thrusts so deep into me he makes me retch from the sensitive trigger at the back of my throat. But each time I’m forced to look away, unable to avoid swallowing or even blinking, there is a harsh slap to my face, rough enough to leave my cheek hot and stinging. Dark-hair partially withdraws as he climaxes, which means he dumps his load on my tongue rather than letting me immediately swallow it. I gulp, aunty but my throat still feels coated with the vile sticky substance, as warm as body temperature and tasting of salt and urine. “We’d better get her back,” blonde stubble says then. “We’ve been over an hour now.” I feel soiled to my soul, but at least it sounds like for now we’re done. He was creepy and always had a roving eye whenever he was around her and she was sure that if her boyfriend was not there he would try to take advantage. “I know darling, just enjoy it,” Jane suggested. My finger touched my lips and I opened my mouth. She start to suck it as her tongue swirls around, playing around his little penis. Every so often i would have to shift over, correcting her position. We met at a fast food place about halfway between where she was staying and where I lived. Alan lifted her short skirt up onto the top of her hips exposing her panties. Danny was standing in front of me naked and between her legs was a massive cock. On the other hand, she was way out of my league and was anxious to fuck me later that night. “Seriously? The sound of Madre's moans filled the air as her followers watched intently, Furore scowling from near her adoptive mother's throne as she watched in longing for such affections. Lysera let out a low grunt as she arched her broad back, feeling the sore and stiff muscles throughout her powerfully built Isiri frame stretch and then relax some, helping to work a bit of life back into her uncomfortable form as her Lessers went about her orders, clearing away the Bhabhi human dead and providing medical attention to their wounded as they set up camp for the night. Her vagina was stretched to the point of tearing and she was whimpering in pain but Bobby kept their mouths glued together. It's impossible to say who started first. But she wasn’t prepared for that possibility. Your meat. Honestly I did not care and just slammed the sword handle into my cunt. Fertility distilled to heaving, massive mounds of jiggling flesh. I dive into her with my mouth open wide. I looked over at the confused man. “You fuck her too?” I asked him. "These are my slaves, Mark and Jill. He looks and says, “What are you doing? She said she didn't want to wait, but she would. For a moment more they laid in bed, soaking up each other's presence. Always suck aunty every cock clean, cunt! So I put the phone back on the nightstand and rolled off of Tom’s cock. “Yes-Yes-Yes” She grunted in rythme. Ryan saw that I was happy and enjoying myself so he told me that he’d go and get the camera to record my pleasure. “Tina, I want to fuck you. "If you want something go get it," said Lisa, "But remember you need to 'dip it' before eating it." My dick throbbed. "That's a neat trick, honey," she cooed optimistically, but her voice shook with doubt. A wave of soothing bliss popped through me. It became difficult for her to breath with the ball gag restricting her air passage. “Definitely takes after you, eh, Mrs. Saunders?” I said, grinning at the MILF.