Miss Brazil

I’d been watching them, wishing they were me, pretending my fist was a stinking fat orc cock fucking me into the cervix. “I can’t!” I panted, my breaths accelerating, “If I fuck someone, I won’t be able to stop black myself from begging them to come inside me! I’ll wrap my legs around them and force the issue if they try to pull out!” I was moaning now, the squelching sound of my fist accompanying it, my knuckles digging deliciously into the hungry flesh, each blow sending bouts of pleasure that weakened me from the inside, tearing down my very structure until I collapsed against the wall and whined like whore, begging myself to fuck me! Certiok was against me then, her breasts pillowing my back, her fingers reaching into my shirt, pinching my swollen nipples, rolling them, oh god! “Trenok,” she whispered soothingly into my ear, “think of Trenok when you come. He’s going to fuck you tomorrow, Adrianna. He’s going to put a baby in your slutty little pussy, and this will all be over.” “Yes!” I whimpered. “Say his name.” She beckoned softly, rolling my nipples, the tingling felicity growing in my breasts. “Trenok.” I breathed, “Oh, Trenok, fuck me! Come inside me!” “You’re his breeding bitch.” “I’m his breeding bitch!” “You’ll let him do whatever he wants to you.” “Whatever tits he wants!” “You’ll get on your knees, and worship his cock.” “I’ll worship his cock!” “You’ll beg for it.” “Oh, I’ll beg for it! I’m your breeding bitch, Trenok! Please fuck me!” Certiok took full advantage of my vulnerable state, guiding me to the floor, straddling over my face, pulling her thong to the side, and sitting. I could do nothing but eat her, my tongue lathering her petals, sliding into her slit, big tasting the salt of her nethers with a writhing motion as my lips sucked sensually upon her soft puffy folds, my nose upending the bottom of her clit. She Hairy gyrated atop me, her muscular green belly shadowing with contours, her tattooed flesh become slick, her black eyes staring with covetousness upon me, in awe of what my tongue was doing. Even as she humiliated me, I could feel the way she moved with gentleness, not daring to overstep herself, only acting upon my desires. And I desired in that moment to be desecrated. I’d never felt like such a whore before. She slid her body up my face, her cheeks enveloping my muzzle so that my tongue could find her tight aperture. I circled her spokes, dipping my wet tip into each little crease until her filthy button was twitching and winking open, and then I dived into her. Her rectum was smooth and soft, the delicate flesh fluttering with sensation, the tart flavor of her filthy channel saturating my palate until my mouth was filled with its deliciousness. Her fingers gripped my head, pulling the hair, and she undulated atop me, grinding on my face, her voice high and rich as I screamed muffled ecstasy into her disgusting, decadent depths. As I came, I pushed her off me, and screamed, “Piss on me!” And she did, marking me like the bitch I was, washing away my whorish sin with the hot rank shower of her loins. She came as she did it, her legs trembling in their squat, and I was writhing beneath her, pussy my back arching as I delivered the last few thrusts of my fist. When the final drops fell from her pink slit, she shakenly dismounted me, then collapsed in a heap. “Good god, Adrianna, your tongue!” She gasped, “I haven’t been eaten like that since Queen Yavara herself!” “He lacks the fundamental knowledge of even first year topics in black classes, making you the perfect teacher for him to tits catch up on his first year knowledge.” Emily passed me my clothes - but not pussy my underwear. And lots of room to get up to whatever suits your fancy! “Yes! “Yes,” I said, my stomach lurching as I watched Laurita through the mirror. Hairy Are you jealous of the two American cunts? Please? Frank raised his eyebrows questioningly, “Sleeping together?” The girls had shot off to Mike’s room to change and came back out showing some of the skimpiest bikini’s I’d ever seen. She slapped me five times on each cheek. big “I think we’re both interested, but… well, we just met today, I don’t wanna rush anything, we’re definitely not ready for that.”