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  • She'd made a horrible mistake. The slender Russian girl rushed into the next room over, anything to get out of there. Hoping for a moment alone, Anya instead managed to walk into yet another ambush. It was none other than Fernando Espa himself. The slightly overweight Portuguese businessman lay on a king-sized bed, hands clasped behind his head as he leisurely watched a pale redhead ride his cock. The girl was grinding on his lap, the whole mattress jostling as her ass cheeks wiggled. Anya looked at the redhead's snatch bouncing on the man's cock, his testicles shaking violently underneath as a testament to her exertions. A trickle of pre-cum had escaped the seal of her cunt, sliding in a thin, gooey stream down the length of Fernando's shaft. "Aaahhhh!! You choose to join us, sexy girl. This is good, very good! Come here and lick my balls while Sabine keeps fucking me. You two can switch places a little later. I insist. UHHH!!!" When Anya hesitated, appalled at the very idea of what he'd suggested, the nightclub owner's face darkened. "You know the rules, beautiful girl. You came to my orgy, and Rule Number One is that everything goes. You come here and obey or our deal is off." Anya shuddered. Could she really do this? She loved Kol. She'd told herself she latina would do anything for him. But…could she sell her very soul? Would she let this man do whatever he wanted with her tonight? Just as she was about to die inside, a hand caught her wrist. She turned and gasped. It was Kol! Kol stared at her hard, his eyes blazing. "You're coming with me," he growled. He was about to yank her out of there when Espa's ominous voice broke in. This was what I had always dreamed of. I let her settle on the chaise next to Sandy and waited about ten more minutes. Tears started to fall from her eyes as the voice was so dim. She couldn't help herself, and began moaning loudly. “I’m so sorry I did this, I know you probably think it’s disgusting.” “I had help.” The heady scent made me groan as dizzy rapture rippled through my mind. When your brother cums, I want you to fill his ass with your seed and I’ll do the same to yours. That very feminine shriek, to my shame, came from me. Leah had jumped from the bathtub and pounced on me, and the feeling of her cold, wet body woke me up better than any cup of coffee. I smiled and slid my thumb through her pussy lips to find her clit. “You will need your energy for later Skye; we are not putting our wedding off just because you stabbed me.” But look at you! “Why would you do that?” Did Rithi send you?” Soon, he saw the peak of South Elbert ahead of him. Her pink nipples were latina as small as buttons. My fingers found the wet petals between her legs, and I watched her from my sumptuous feeding as I pushed in one finger, then the other, then the other. "Umm, I'm not sure. “You’re welcome. My heart was pounding, I was so scared and so upset.
  • It felt so daring!!!! It was obvious that she was braless - but then that was the whole idea! After all - real biker chicks never wear bras. Or much else it seemed. After a final touch of lipstick - stepped out into her living room hoping Crowbar would approve of her daring new look. "WHAT DO YOU THINK?" she teased. "NO SHIT! YOU LOOK HOT!!!!" exclaimed Crowbar - his eyes wandering from her tight crotch, to her fantastic tits, to her sexy red "fuck me" high heels and back up to her pretty young face and sparkling blue eyes. "I WANT YOUR FRIENDS T0 SEE WHAT GREAT TASTE YOU'VE GOT! Cindy gleamed as she turned and posed with her lips pouting and her heavy heaving chest jiggling bralessly. "HOW ABOUT ENTERING THE WET T-SHIRT CONTEST TODAY?" asked Crowbar. "SURE, WHY NOT IF YOU REALLY WANT ME TO?" Cindy teased. "HELL YES! IN FACT, I'D LIKE TO SEE THE LOOKS ON THEIR FACES WHEN YOU GET UP THERE AND STRUT YOUR STUFF AND FOR THOSE BOYS." he confessed. "IF IT TURNS YOU ON, I'LL DO IT," Cindy giggled as she thought about the thrill of dancing braless and shakin' her ass in public for hundreds of rowdy bikers. "WHAT IF I WIN?" she squealed in naughty delight. On the back of Crowbar's Harley, Cindy felt wicked and wild as they scooted through traffic and between cars. At signals, the people in cars starred at her, some making rude gestures. Others pretending not to see her lewd posture as she splayed her legs openly on the back of Crowbars bike while the vest pulled itself open leaving the swollen curves of her soft boobs generously exposed for the whole world to admire. "SHOW YOUR TITS" read a sign held by a bearded biker as they pulled into the dumpy little park where the parking lot was filled with bikes and bikers. Cindy got really excited thinking about showing off her mega-tits to all latina these appreciative bikers. It seemed so daring and taboo!! With a snap of a button, she popped open her vest and let her pretty boobs hang free in the open air for everyone to see. If felt incredible to expose herself in front of so many people. Cindy immediately noticed a number of chicks wearing outfits that revealed more than hers. Not to mention a couple of gals with tattoos and one with a ring in her nipple. "WHO'S THE NEW BABE?" asked a bro. as Crowbar backed in his Harley. "NAME'S CINDY AND SHE'S GONNA ENTER THE WET T-SHIRT CONTEST TODAY! Crowbar bragged as he looked to Cindy for approval. "THAT'S RIGHT!" smiled Cindy as she climbed off the back and thrust out her large firm breasts for the stranger to admire. "THINK I HAVE A CHANCE OF WINNING?" she teased, her blue eyes laughing. "ARE THOSE FUCKIN' REAL???" the guy asked. "STICK AROUND AND SEE FOR YOURSELF" Crowbar challenged him. Behind the wooden stage, Cindy began drinking beer and smoking pot with the other biker chicks who where cutting up their T-shirts and getting themselves lubed up for the big contest. Not to be called "chicken", Cindy took off her tight jeans and cut away the fabric until they weren't much more than a shredded little G-string cut all the way to her belt loops exposing her buns out the back and smooth upper thighs in the front. "HEY MISS BIG TITS, WHAT ARE YA GONNA WEAR HOME? called out one of the girls who watched Cindy cut apart her pants and T-shirt with a pair of scissors. "I'M NOT GOING HOME!" she responded smartly. "SO I DON'T REALLY CARE!" The contest began and almost two dozen chicks lined up to strut their stuff for the several hundred bikers who were hooting and a hollering as the first girl began dancing. She was tall and thin, with great legs but not much up top. Even as I started chanting in the sacred tongue the gates were thrown open. Arbor actual smiled then. "I'm fucking tired, Frank. I was still hurting, but the thrusting of Carl’s dick was starting to make me latina forget about the pain. The large group of men were now fucking the girls two at a time. “Damned straight!” Mistress Tracy spat out. My lips nearly touched his lobe and my hot moist breath teased the rest of his ear. He had managed to avoid the little Frenchman and his two apes that followed him everywhere, not wanting to bump into them in case they remembered him from the night of the dog sex show. Cathy, meanwhile, lay back on the floor, rubbing in Angie's love juice. I wanted him to wake up feeling good. Looks like your wife can’t stop thinking or looking at my cock and you too. He would stretch you out and hurt you. It was so sexy when her eyes glazed over. “Oh Fuck Yesssssssssss. “Would you like some?” he asked her calmly but without much emotion. I uh..." Amit was lost in his own world of fantasies, seeing what was happening in front of him. Was this nymphomania?