The Do-Gooder Milf - 4 Bastard 'S


Bdsm, Extreme, Hardcore, Humiliation
Prior :

The improver MILF
The Do-gooder MILF -2
The Do-gooder MILF -3 MILF Meat


All fucking smiles for the boys.

Barry was succeeding. The beef was shivering, quivering. She realized she was not only
being raped, she was going to be gangraped. Fucked one at a time. Slowly. Hard.
Brutally.

The cunt hung wide candid ready for the next cock. Barry had a grisly mask.
A vampire mask. The case of dying. He had a little surprise. A tittie surprise.
He grabbed her left breast and tied a thin rope around it, pulling it tight.
It bulged out and he slapped it surd. One way and then the other. The
Bitch was screaming.

I thought, here is the bad news MILF, it is just starting !

He roped the other bitch tit, tieing it plastered. He tied them together with a rope
Pulling them close together and the pulled the rope over the Saame overhead bar
holding her pegleg and arms. He pulled the rope stretching the tits up in front of her face.

Without warning he smacked her kitty-cat with his hand.
It was overwhelming, the MILF was howling.
In a second he was inside her. The second rooster for the whore.

vacillation back and Forth River with his pelvic girdle she was taking her second fucking, her second rape.
As he fucked her he reached forward and pulled on the circle hanging her nipple, stretching them even more.

I got to say, I never been so proud of my male child.
The humanitarian MILF MEAT was taking the fucking of her life and the night was early, very early.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

BASTARD'S raper BASTARD'S STOP THIS

Barry stopped leaving her hang.

LET ME DOWN. LET ME DOWN NOW.

He let her advert there as she yelled to be let down.
She hung there helpless, screaming, while the music blared and the lights shined into her face.
We all got a dear jest, listening to her rant, twisting and turning.

She was OURS, absolutely naught she could do.

Tommy moved close to her side of meat aimed his cock at her face and took a piss. The Milf turned her point away as his current hit her in the face. I enjoyed her sceaming but heard enough.
I took a rophy and tied it around her header through her oral cavity and pulled it tight.

The forget me drug bit into the kick's mouth and cut off her loud yelling.
Now we could barely hear her muffled cries over the brassy music.

The piss dripped from her pathetic head. Barry was set up to take off up again.
He took her puss lips in his finger and twisted watching her try to scream.
He twisted one way and watched her look, her head twisting, her body trying to pull away.
Then he twisted the other way. He watched her and then plunged his peter back inside her.

THUMP. The MILF lay sprawling on the floor. Barry had fucked the hell out of her cumming
in her red and raw pussy. The son had released her tits and the let her weapon loose dropping
the stupe MILF to the storey. She tried to make a motion but had lost so a great deal circulation and was I so much pain she could only crawl.

I knelt down and took the rope out of her mouth. She had a unvoiced sentence talking but I could hear her beg.
That is better. See I Let you down. Pleasee let me go now. I don't know who you are. Please.
We let her creep, like she was going somewhere. We did want her to recover a minuscule before
her next adventure.

She was on the floor crawling. I had thought so long of her. I had dreamt of having her.
NOW SHE WAS MINE THE poor fish MILF WAS MINE
WE COULD DO WHATEVER WE WANTED.
I knelt down and pulled her head up by the hair. Tommy held her head and I put her strong-armer back on. We were tired of the mask by now. We took off out mask since she could not see us.
NO NO please. She couldn't see a have intercourse thing, so I slapped the dorsum of her head. It was pretty funny
as she could not see anything coming. Tommy kicked her. Barry kicked her. It was neat
watching her reaction.

Getting her feeling back she was up on all Little Joe trying to prompt away. BUT WHERE.
It was too funny. WE WERE ALL LAUGHING. Hooded, naked, fucked the dire
MILF crawled along the story. I don't know how often I had watched her, dreamt of her, now
my time was near. One Thomas More of the boy to fuck her and then…….

The male child had another fast one up their arm for her. This was simple.
It was an branding iron rectangle bolted into the base. They had made it fit to Order for her size. He legs would be tied to the position, a short off the trading floor and she would be stretched over the bar and her handwriting tied on the former side half way down. Only her toes would touch the ground.

We grabbed her as she tried to grovel. Her ankles were tie to the side bar and we pulled her over the bar bent over the other slope. We pulled her down until her feet were on ther toes only and then tied her wrists down. Tied to the bar she was in a perfect status. leg all-encompassing, ass up in the air, pussycat spread.

SMAAAACK. Tommy hit her with his whack across the ass. We her watched handshake and wrench. The sound part with the hood she could not secern when the adjacent black eye would come.

The chunky MILF was shaking and quivering even unsound that before. I knew she had to be desperate and I was loving every second. I had the male child go slow. Let her wait for the next belt blow.
Tommy laid the whang on her derriere, dragging it across. Hooded, blinded, bound she waited helpless for the
next smooch. We could see a awful red mark growing where the first.

We made some sounds and her physical structure recoiled thinking another nose candy was coming. We
took our time again. tang, again across the butt. We could see the flesh ripple and her muscles
palpitation. The yelling was muffled under the hood.

Joan was totally panic. It was heavy to think. Who were these men. As bad as it was, it seemed to
get bad. There was nix she could do. Sweaty but with cold chills she awaited another blow.
She could hear them whispering, joking laughing.

Joans foreland twisted, she could not see when the succeeding blow was coming. He organic structure flinched, quivered
AHHHHHHHHHHHH. Another hit with the swath. Every division of her body hurt the way she was tied.
Totally exposed to all the men. Pain. Fear, Despair.

AHHH. Her point shook. Her head had been slapped. NOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Another hit with the belt.
The bridge player on her ass.
A cock again inside her.
Pounding against the metal rack she was tied to.
He legs ached.
Pounding.
nip, another hit to the head. Pounding.
This was crazy.
They were going to shoot down her.
Darkness.
aggregate PAIN again .
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