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The tall one had a gun indian in his hand, and he pointed it in Stacey's face. "Don't move, bitch. You either, slut." He turned the gun toward Bianca, who quailed. "What are you doing?!" she cried. "Shut up!" The shorter man growled. He produced two pairs of handcuffs and proceeded to cuff each girl's wrists behind her back. He began shoving the two girls forward, herding them toward the unknown. "Wh-where are you taking us?" Stacey squeaked. Bianca found a shred of courage. "Let us go right now or we'll scream." Then she felt the barrel of the taller man's pistol press against her face. "You do that, little cunt, and it'll be the LAST thing you do. Now MOVE. You give us any trouble, you're both dead." Both girls felt a surge of fear, their American hearts beating hard inside their chests as the two men guided them to an abandoned parking lot. There were whore no cars except for a black van that sat behind a tree, well out of sight Fucking from the main road. The tall man opened up the back door of the van. He pointed the gun at the two girls as his companion shoved them into the van. There were two seats on either side. The shorter man barked at Stacey to sit. She did, and he strapped her seatbelt in place. "Don't move, bitch." He looked down at Bianca, who the taller man had forced to kneel on the floor of the van. He turned to his taller companion. "Start driving. I'm going to Brunette break in this hot brunette." "Sounds good to me," the taller one said. He moved to the front of the van, sat down, and started the engine. Bianca trembled as she looked up at the shorter man, who was already beginning to strip out of his clothing. The shorter of their two captors was all muscle, and 'short' was only a term of comparison. He had to be at least 6'3 or 6'4. The man had a six-pack of muscle and pectorals made of iron. He stood now wearing nothing but the mask on his face as the van lurched into motion and left the parking lot. "Please, don't," Bianca begged. She knew what was coming next. I sat down beside her and asked if she wanted a drink. I guess you peeked." staring at my crotch. What?” "Gonna shoot it," Brunette Walter gasped. I know you have seen tits before. “Let’s do the mouse house first. He asks. She’s all pissed Fucking indian at American me because she likes Cody and wants him to ask her. And as she spoke her grandfather pounded away at her pussy and her mother stimulated her through her breasts while her own hand worked at her clit. This time the teen was on the ground losing his breakfast. Finally, I walked the few yards back to our camp and got a folding chair, then to the ice chest for a whore new beer. The vegetables are getting crunched, squished and juice as my cock stays strong, swelling inside her as she fucks herself up and down atop me.