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And while waiting, other guys will grab your tits, your ass, put their cocks in your hands. I want to see all of your body used. My tits and ass shouldn’t go to waste. You aren’t supposed to judge a girl on her tits and ass. That makes me want to do it. To treat her like body parts. I am body parts. Only my whore brain keeps them together. hentai I want to be totally used. Like the whore you are. I am a scumbag whore. The guys are going to abuse you during the rape. I hope they hit me. They’ll punch you in the stomach. They’ll slap you in the face. Like the stupid white bitch I am. They’d spit on you. Your face and hair would be covered in spit. Mark me as male property. That’s what you are, right? Male property. Men aren’t supposed to think like that nowadays. That makes it even hotter. There’s a place for old-fashioned values. Old-fashioned patriarchy, but take out the old-fashioned puritanism. Men are men and girls are there to serve them. You are my sex slave, I bought you, and I can rape you whenever I want. A possession. I’d rent you out as a prostitute for gang-rapes, and watch them. Her blue eyes twinkled. He held it there and I felt the pulses of his warm cum coating the walls of my chute. She sat up straight then stood up. It did not take long and I was starting to think about having sex. “So musty. Nice to meet you." “Honestly, I don’t know… I not gay, obviously.” “I was thinking that maybe by the time we get to the dessert, I would take the conversation a bit more serious and offer him to be our ‘Director of Security’. His fingers brushed my nipples. Her green eyes glanced up at me, longingly. "I really appreciate this. I can let hentai them remember everything when I am in control, or leave them with no memory at all, or some combination of the two. Teresa got up from her chair and sat down on the couch next to her naked sister. “So, tell me a little about what you can do.” She asked, taking another bite. I recognized a few Terdini among them, but they would not meet my gaze. I pressed home, driving myself to the hilt, my pevis pressed tightly against her ass, my balls resting on her spitting cunt. Then her tongue swiped across my virgin pussy, brushing my hymen. Marisa shrieked, Rod pounded away, and Marisa shrieked some more, and Layla watched their molded bodies shake like a mound of half-chilled Jell-O as Marisa released a spasmodic orgasm. Meanwhile, Jean peeled her shirt off and tossed it to the side, along with the bra she had been wearing. Emma eyes widens in shock and amazement on his size.