Leader Takes Me Hard

The man who made out with me before was now standing behind my prone body. I moaned as I felt the chain pull tight, my back pressed against him. I felt my body against his, his right hand clasping my breast. My neck is turned to the left, giving him access to kiss my neck. I moan as he groups me, his left hand against my hip, rubbing up and down, making its way to my shaved bush. He rubbed my wet pussy, eliciting another moan and a gentle shake of pleasure from me. He kisses my neck once more, making me twitch, as he squeezed my breast in his hand. I let out a sudden moan as a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I felt his hard member rubbing against my clit. The chain connecting to my neck yanks me forward then, pressing me onto all four. I moan as I’m pulled prone. I smile, even **** as I am, my legs spread wide, and I’m so turned on right now. My breath grows heavy; I feel a rush of anticipation bull through me, as his cock rubs on my clit. Each time he rubs it across so, I feel waves of desire flow throughout my body. I moan softly, knowing what’s about to happen, and relishing the thought.

He grabs me roughly around the waist, holding me tight against him. I feel his hard rod inserted into me with some ****. It slips easily into me, my bush already wet from the intimacy we shared earlier. My head goes back, as a loud moan emanates from my mouth. I feel at his embrace, my body pushing itself against his.

His next thrust pressed himself deeper into me, my body stretching to his cock formula intrusion into me. I orgasm, my body shakes, and I moan a deep, throaty sound. "... uh fuck me ... ohh take me .. . FUUCCcckkk... UGGH UGHH ffUUCKK me your uUUGHH ugh . . yea, like that UGHH yea, please yea', my vows wavering with his thrusts, my body pushing on each thrust into me, forcing him ever deeper inside me.

One of the onlookers yells, "Take it, you dirty whore! Take that dick deep!", while another declares, "That filthy whore probably lives for cock. Let's see how she likes ours." You can't help but feel bewitched by their words, despite how harsh they may be at you. My only thought is not having him stop. His balls slap on my pussy once, then agent harder. The sensations of pleasure and pain envelope me, pushing me over the edge as you climax then and there, followed swiftly by more orgasms.

I feel the chain pulled tight, threatening to send me sprawling to the ground; the man at the other end steps close, holding the chain tight, denying me the chance to turn my face away. His cock is hard, its shaft long. I can't look away, but then would I want to?