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He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle's face as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him. "Now sit back on your heels with your arms kept behind your back," as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingers making Annabelle desi grimace. "Now lay back," he instructed Annabelle indian testing her obedience. "Aww," Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her nipples stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, "spread your legs and don't move." It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony lean forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist folds. A fair amount of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in front of Annabelle's face. "I think you like being ass-fucked by those dogs," Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle's eyes. She could not understand how her body could respond to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the corners of her eyes as even under Anthony's intense gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. "Lick it clean," Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first, having never had any inkling to taste her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony's eyes hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor. Though sympathetic to Annabelle's sexual inexperience, Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his feet Anthony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the center of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. "Straddle her head, and bury your cunt into that bitch's face," he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. Kelly was wearing a white knitted sweater that I had seen her wear a few times before. I like it when men cum on my tits. Actually you will find all your body hair will fall out over the next twenty four hours, except for that on your head,” the doctor tells me, gliding back into my field of indian view again. Her hands peeled off her gray sweater vest. Sabrina threw out her arms and surrendered to her rapturous orgasm after crying out the final line of the national anthem. Wes came to check on me (probably to make sure that I hadn’t done a runner) and brought me a bottle of wine. Don't ask me how. We both went out and lay on 2 of the sun loungers that were in the reclining position. “My original plan didn’t include a victim, and I need to keep this coin raised to hold them back, but I suppose it would be desi rude of me to ravish you with the handicap of one of my hands occupied.” Deen entered the bedroom after his father’s departure more to check on his Mom’s condition. The thick jizz coated my body. She pointed a shaky finger at James as she struggled to find her words. We head out towards the house with Missy right behind us.