A new terror arose in Molly. The poor girl struggled and squirmed across the bed, but Mr. Ingram held her down. The ball-gag muffled the girl's cries and screams. the pillow was soon wet with Molly's tears.
Mrs. Ingram took great delight in forcing one and then two long, slick fingers into the Irish girl's ass. If she survived the voyage, she would make a great plaything for the perverted couple. She now **** a third finger into Molly's ass; the girl squirmed even harder. The more the girl struggled the greater Mrs. Ingram's excitement. Her cunt was growing even wetter as she pictured her husband buggering this fresh bitch.
Molly's head was spinning; the pain, the terror, the shame of having this proper Englishwoman **** fingered deep into her bottom and then rapidly thrust them in and out. She felt Mr. Ingram's sticky seed leak from her ravished treasure - now ruined and taken by these beasts.
"Take her now!" Mrs. Ingram pulled her fingers from Molly's ass. "I've stretched her just enough. She's tight and hot; you'll love this one!"
Mr. Ingram flipped Molly over on the bed so that the girl landed on his wife's naked lap. "Grab hold of her tits and squeeze them tight, my dear. Let's give her an ass-fucking she'll never forget!"
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