Plead for mercy

Over and over again the man shoved his cock down her throat, bashing the poor red head's tonsils. Tears slipped down her eyes, as he fucked her pretty lips, using her mouth for his own pleasure. Pulling his cock out, he slapped her lips a few times, while she panted for breath.

“Please sir.” The Irish lady whimpered. “Why are you...” Into her mouth his cock went, sliding all the way back down her throat. She gagged and drooled, the saliva slipping down her chin and pooling in her sandy cleavage

Sliding between her lips, he watched her big tits jiggle, with a fair amount of pride, as he **** her mouth. Shoving him self to the root, he buried her nose in his sweaty pubes, groaning in pleasure as her throat constricted involuntarily around his thick shaft. With a long groan he spilled his seed straight into her belly, before stumbling back with satisfied moan.

“Time to go.” the man grinned as he put him self away, while she could only cough, and ****, trying to get some precious air, back into her weak lungs. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her along, forcing her to come to her feet, or be dragged.

Shoving the weakened soldier through the twisted maze, and over debris, they come across a pair of guards. Two male snipers were leaning against opposite walls, bored to tears, when they saw her coming, and perked right up.