Some people think it's evil, but fuck that.Some people think it's evil, but fuck that. "So Uncle Larry and his pal Bob took turns grinding your pussy while you sucked the other one off. I bet you liked being a shish kebob, huh?" "NO!," she screamed in denial. crying and twisting as I scraped at her cuntlips with my razor. "I hate them I hate you!" "...twisting around with one fat dick jamming your tight little hole and another one fucking your mouth." I continued on, ignoring her protests. "Your uncle's big fat dick sliding down your throat, shooting his hot milky sperm into your mouth, while his friend humped your horny little ass and came inside you. Did anyone else ever get it wet in your cunt?" I slapped her now smooth, naked mound playfully, wiping off the excess shaving cream with her ruined sweatshirt. She was young enough; her cunt lips, thankfully, were not yet swollen and sagging with the ravages of old age. God there is nothing uglier than an old pussy. When she didn't answer, I pinched her little clit painfully hard and twisted till she cried out. "No!" she wailed, her bottom lip quivering childishly, tears rolling down her face, no doubt remembering her uncle's bone pistoning in and out of her tight young twat while his friend's meat ravaged her wet, gaping mouth, choking off her air passage. I heard that chicks come harder if they can't breathe when they're being reamed. Time enough for that experiment later. I slipped my fingers back into her pussy. Just as I expected, it was quite wet now as I reminded her of her previous humiliation. It was always this way with the slutty little brats I picked up, they swore they hated it, at the same time they were creaming all over themselves, as they remembered being nailed; same way with the boys, they'd tell me Uncle Ralph had poled out their butt every Friday for three years, they'd scream that it hurt like hell when I stuffed mine in for my share, but their dicks would be dancing against their bellies, begging for more. "Is this how much you hated it?" I pulled my fingers out of her box and smeared her juices on her her upper lip. She twisted her head and shrieked in revulsion. I leered into her face as she continued sobbing. |