the rest

I didn't have time to recover that the second raised my buttocks positioned himself to penetrate me.

I tried to get up, to fight, my body betrayed me even calling by undulating movements the satisfaction of impulses that I had never felt.

He unleashed a rain of slaps on my buttocks, the worst is that my body asked for more, called to be always more tormented.

In an impaling movement, his sex penetrated me suddenly without consideration, with one hand he stifled my cry of pain, my insults, ...

be good or I'll take care of your other hole dirty whore understood?

I felt that he wasn't lying. I nodded stopping struggling.

At that moment he unleashed himself going and coming like a machine his hand stifled my cries mixture of suffering and pleasure.

I prayed for him to ejaculate in vain it was a pistoning machine three times orgasms ruined my resistance, my head rested in a puddle of drool and the cyprine of my orgasms covered the ground.

I was unable to rage, to beg I gurgled then which continued without respite.

I lost consciousness of time, of my body, shaken by the demolition of my sex, it was a beast no worse a machine.

When finally he ejaculated a tsunami of sperm filling me and chaining by urinating in my sex, I was only a urinal for him.

I was dead of shame and yet strangely satisfied, my conscience vanished, in this filthy puddle.