The Wheel of Fucktune

At the nightly ceremony, Patrick was jubilant to have been picked again, while Davina was beside herself with her selection.

While Trey taking her anal virginity was bad enough, something about giving away her maidenhood, something traditionally cherished in society by double standard, felt even more sacred and taboo.

Nonetheless, by this point Davina was desperate to get as many points as she could and get back to normality, and so reluctantly joined him in the Love Shack.

Unlike Trey, who was happy to lie there and let Davina do all the work, Patrick was far more in charge, holding her down while he kissed and fondled her naked frame, skull-fucking and cumming down her throat, and grabbing her legs while he licked her snatch.

The natural sexual urges from raw bodily agitation melded with the chagrin she felt, and Davina just laid there, letting Patrick have his sordid way with her.

Patrick forced Davina onto all fours and in one swift motion, plunged his dick in her clunge to the hilt, causing Davina to scream out in pain; unlike her asshole, her pussy had not been trained and it felt like she was being split in half as the phallus ripped in and out of her.

Eventually pleasure arose from the agony and slowly overtook it, till animalistic heat was filling Davina’s loins and she found herself bucking back into Patrick’s slamming pelvis.

Patrick made Davina change positions several times, fucking her from the side, missionary style, and while she was upside-down, changing each time Davina failed to keep herself from orgasming.

Eventually Patrick’s dick could take nowmore, and he blew his load inside her; luckily, unlike Trey, Patrick was wearing a rubber, saving Davina from a creampie.

As Patrick lit a cigarette, Davina silently picked up her clothes and walked back to her room fully nude, a sight the guys hanging around outside fully enjoyed.