CZECH STREETS LENKA

The poor slave's head, dangling at the end of the table, aligned his neck and mouth to accept his master's cock. Without allowing the slave any time to breathe, ruthless Master B held with both his hands the man's neck and shoved his dick in as far as possible. I could see the cock's outline pumping inside the slave's throat; his Adam's apple was bobbing incessantly. The convulsions of the slave's stomach were strong and every time his throat-fucker pulled out, streams of saliva ran down his nose and eyes. My friend and I approached carefully, willing to take part. Bob knelt and took Master B's cock in his mouth. I wiped the slave's face with my cock blowjob and drenched my tool with the spit that was covering his face. I vanished in his mouth, then his throat and after I passed his tonsils, it felt like I was fucking his lungs. I knew I was fucking his soul. After riding the beautiful cock for some time, Master A climbed down the table and took a police club that was lying on the floor. He whacked the guy's stretched balls hard enough to make him shake and whimper. Then, he spat on the club's rimmed end and lifted the slave's balls to expose his hole. We left to check the next room while the chains' jingles and the slave's screams echoed all over the Dungeon. The third room was as well illuminated as the one before, but it was empty. A tall closet was on the left side and a shelf on the wall next to it was crammed with little things. A strange contraption was hanging from the ceiling, a harness of some sort, with chains and buckles hanging down. Two rows of hooks were in the wall and on both sides of the czech harness. Bob turned to me and hugged my lower body kneading my butt cheeks with his palms. "Let's play, man," he said pressing our hard-ons against each other. I liked the idea, it was time for us to get serious. He strapped the harness european on me fastening the buckles tight. He locked the padded handcuffs around my wrists and pulled the chain they were hanging from. My public arms went up and my friend secured the chain using one of the hooks in the wall. He then fastened a padded strap around each of my ankles and lifted my legs up so my knees were almost at the height of my head; then he pulled the little chains hanging from the ankle straps and hooked them to the wall hooks, securing and spreading my legs as far wide as possible. He looked at me and grinned, then passed a long leather belt under my reality right knee, then behind my back and buckled its ends around my left knee. I’d been up all night mulling-over Angela’s theory about the Holy Mother, and the more I thought of it, the more it made sense. Danny somewhat reluctantly went along with the wishes of her parents that she be buried in the Dodd Family crypt in the city where she was from and where reality her parents still lived. Not that either Sapphire or Breeding Bitch 3382-B2 were initially allowed on it. Obediently she takes his green cock in her european mouth, as he pulls on her breasts. They czech were on each other like pit bulls on a side of beef. I woke up the next morning surprisingly not as destroyed as I thought I’d be. With my hands still chained behind my back, it took me a very long time to climb my way back up the steep incline. The girls giggled, in a cruel, mocking way. “God?” I asked public carefully. My pussy clenched as thoughts of getting fucked by Coach Miller flashed through my mind. Lysera followed with a blowjob slow deliberate pace, ensuring she never lost the set of footprints as they began to separate from the chaos of the fight, becoming more distinct and less cluttered.