Alexandra Daddario's house wasn't always rich and far-famed. These days when asked about her life growing up in interviews, she'll do one of her incredibly cute laughter and say it was great, but do her best to deepen the direction of the inquiring. This is because until she left home and became one of Hollywood's aphrodisiacal whiz, her teenage year at home were a horrible hell on earth on her.

Her parents were junky. There would always be people coming and going from the Daddario mansion, many of them looking scruffy and unkempt. Her parents were so poor people, there would be days where she hardly had anything to eat. This was sad and ambitious, but the true hell of her existence started early in high schooltime.

She had just gotten place from a day at schoolhouse, when she heard her forefather shouting for her to amount to their den. He wasn't alone, there was another man Alexandra hadn't recognized. The stranger had beckoned her over and, at an urging looking from her Father of the Church, she relented and came to endure beside him. The stranger was tall and jet black black. His middle were a curious dark special K, and they swept over her, taking in her slightly plonk grade, and her - already in her stripling - extremely large breasts.

What happened next felt like a blur to her, and she never could exactly remember choosing to do it. The man's mitt - a large rough paw - lifted and groped her Brobdingnagian breast, weighing it almost like one would a slab of essence. Her hand swung out and slapped the tall blackened man in the fount, and before she could shout he sway his own hand, smacking her right back in the nerve, causing her to tumble to the flooring and starting to cry. The stranger's eyes swung from her convulsing and bawling manikin back to her founding father's, and he nodded casually, then told her father that eighteen-hundred was good.

Alexandra felt a atrocious pit of icy treachery in her stomach when her Fatherhood nodded. The black man pulled out a sick thick wad of government note, then peeled greenback off until her Father grinned and left them alone in the den. The man prowled around her before literally reaching down and picking her up from the storey by her pretty and tenuous neck.

She was afraid like she'd never been in her whole teenage aliveness. Her assailant dumped her over the lounge in the den and despite her feeble protests with her mitt, pulled her skirt down, along with her pantie. It didn't take long after that Alexandra Daddario had something inserted into her Virgo cunt for the number 1 time. He worked two thick fingers inside of her and she wailed in pain.

Alexandra shouted for her mother, but dissolved into more tears when she responded from the former way to ‘ shut up and be a good fille for him.'

Some multitude freeze and disassociate themselves from their body when a ugly trauma occurs to them. The contrary happened to Alexandra Daddario. She felt everything like she was hyper-aware. He fingered her for minutes, before forcing his fingers into her mouth, gagging the beautiful stripling around them.

The future teen celebrity gagged on her raper'fingers and took big gasping breaths when he withdrew the digits, only to screech and wail again when his cock - a massive midst pitch-black pecker - slapped against her beautiful pale face.

"Listen to your mamma and suck my dick."

There wasn't any competitiveness in Alexandra. The inkiness man's tool smelled hideous, tasting of vulgar sweat and grime. She barely could address it, and her snag flowed down her orchard apple tree cheeks. She couldn't aid it, she had never done this before and kept scraping her rapist's dick with her teeth. This infuriated him so much that he hit her face once, then wrapped those massive work force around her pharynx and started choking her. Her fingernails scraped against his forearms, but didn't do anything but wring his dark skin a petty. Her optic, which in a few years would be human race famous for their hypnotic blue color, bulged in fear.

She looked desperately around with them for help, but saw her female parent and founding father sitting in the corner observance, her mother's hand tucked into her Church Father's pants and obviously jerking him off. Hurt horribly by her mob's betrayal, her battle slowed and in seconds she went limp in his arms, falling into unconsciousness.

Alexandra Daddario woke up to the tone of her knees bending to her shoulders, and a monumental pressure against her minuscule virgin pussy. It felt far too big, and she tried to cower away, but was trapped under his immix weight and muscles - which he pushed down on her all at once, spearing her virgin cunt with his cock, tearing away her virginity right in front of her parents. The botheration was so horrifying to her she started to scream, animalistically and wildly scream. Her father rushed over to her to clamp his own manus over her mouth, his hammer still out of his knickers and waggling free.

Out of everything that happened that day, she never forgave him for that in particular.

Her idea started to break then, and her beautiful centre unfocused and stared at the ceiling as she got the outset fucking of her life, a savage rape aided by her parents for drug money. The rapist called her filthy names, and even beat her flawless and perfective tense tit. It was bad, and only grew speculative when his entire body tightened and the black drug dealer spilled his cum deep inside of Alexandra Daddario's cunt.

This all must have satisfied the man, because he rolled off the crying and devirginized puss and stood. Once his monumental putz was tucked back into his trouser, he peeled more bills from his passel of money and handed them to her founding father. Her mother helped Alexandra to her feet, then ushered her out of the elbow room and straight into the exhibitor. Her voice was curt, a hard sharpness to it, saying that she had been a undecomposed female child. Her mother started the water and helped her daughter into it. She was still zoned out, sobbing in little spasms, that she didn't stop her mother from cleaning her trunk, even when her female parent's hands explored her cunt, making surely to clean it as well, doing too good a job as her digit worked in and out of her sopping wet hole.

Alexandra Daddario never told anyone how she was raped and molested, and made up a story of her first time when asked in the future. As soon as she graduated, she fled family and became the celebrated woman she is now. No one but her parents and her raper knew just what happened to her that Night after school, and no one buy Alexandra knew that she still fingers herself to the memory to this day .