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Her friends would always joke about her poor pale-looking body, but it only excited Franky even more, to know that other people were enjoying their hobby. She dressed as per her Sketches, her shorts, her stockings and her heels, each a precise combination of geometry, the toes pointing up as if she was auditioning for a running shoe company. She did a tight jean, using silk instead of her natural polyester for better grip and a hint of perky, to make things more comfortable. Usually she would dress this way, the boys loved her short skirts, her wide hips a nice contrast to her big rear. She made no mistake and heard the clink of silverware as people assembled around the table for the fun to come. The Southern Comfort coke would be served and then she would serve the her friends, she loved the company of three huge muscular legs and tits. Aliza Afridi In Bigo was a big talker, but he just took orders slowly and efficiently. The king and queen, the, the rock and roll and the soft music. She did dances that most men would be proud of, to sit on stage and give an enthusiastic yes to a request with her eyes downcast eyes, her cheeks flushed with excitement, making even the most discerning man shiver. But this woman, this goddess of passion, gave her word, her word, her permission, and she felt she had no business interrupting her as she plunged the soft leather of her hand between her thighs and lightly touched her shiny, pink pussy. Damn it, she thought, damn it. She felt the forces of her orgasmic contraction ripple through her, felt her muscles clamp her hand into a tight grip, even her nipples distended in front of her face. "No," she was told, "not tonight, my love. Not tonight." She watched helplessly as men, both men and women, took turns fucking her, rubbing up against her asscheeks and her hairy mound, twirling their thick, throbbing cocks around them quickly and without lubrication.

When their spanks came down hard, they knocked her to the floor. The men tightened their grip, and her neck was suddenly and painfully immobilized. Franky, her best friend, seemed to relish the point of no return, and he began pumping furiously while watching the women, both crying out. Franky was larger, stronger, and faster; his cock ran wide in front of her and his balls slapped against her a few times as his breathing quickened. As they rocked together, shaking and twitching with their climaxes, a large load fell onto her, shattering the valley between them into tiny pieces. Franky stood up, his cock still thick and erect in spite of the pain, and, as a cruel twist of fate, he threw her onto her back, crushing her over the coffee table. She found her hands again at her sides and twisted and pulled herself upright. She wiped the tears away from her eyes, and leaned her head back, her ass over Franky's lap, opening her vagina to him. He used his stiff member to good effect, fucking her without being bothered by her as he went. In an instant, Aliza Afridi In Bigo found himself inside of her, his member filling her up like no other he had. Their breathing slowed and they eventually fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. Although his body was smaller, his energy and passion were immense. He could feel her tensing beneath him, her knees nearly against him. "Are you all right?" he mused, still half asleep. "Yes.

Your mouth's really makes me hard." His, her response muffled in her mouth. They raised the old gag from her lips. She stirred and made incoherent noises, but she was asleep. Franky slid between her now, gently pushing her back so her ass was pushed out in front of his cock. "Are you sure you want this?" Franky's palm stroked the slit of her ass cheeks, the floor between her asscheeks. He continued to fuck her with his still-hard cock, loving the way her ass felt, the tightness of her folds. He felt a slow, steady movement behind him, and he began to move his member in and out of her. She was falling into his rhythm, becoming one with him. His pounding heart thumped against his jeans. He was almost there. A small, exquisite pained bruise marked on his forehead, but it faded quickly against his arms. His cock throbbed in front of him. He drew himself up tall, stretching out on top of her, writhing in the restraints, pulling at the strings. He saw her face flushing with red utterance, but the sight of his beautiful owner and Master made her submissive to his whims..