It was a beautiful day, blue skies and dappled sunlight filtering through the trees to fall the forest base. The path to the swimming hole was narrow down and winding, almost overgrown in places. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The whole scene was one of peace and serenity.

The first clue that something might be awry were the clothes that lay on the way of life. A man 's jeans, shirt, shoes and underwear were placed carefully on a patch of green goddess. Scattered more carelessly in the crap were a torn, yellowness floral bikini top, and what had been a span of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no more than a piece of rag. A few white clitoris were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this unusual scene lay various hundred cadence away, not along the path, but off to one English in the woods. While birds tweeted peacefully in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get enough oxygen to her tiring legs.

threat pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the trees. Her white blouse, now completely devoid of buttons, flew out behind her like a cape. The lower branches of the trees and shrubs were lashing her naked titty, as they bounced wildly with each stride. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could hear him just behind her, gaining on her with every step. Her bland shapely legs flashed in the sun, naked buttocks clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining g-string half of her floral bikini.

It was quite an arousing sight for Logan Paul. Completely naked, his huge putz was rock intemperately, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his prey. His optic focused on Zoella 's tight, unseasoned ass. At that moment, he wanted her to a greater extent than he 'd ever wanted any pussycat before.

He imagined how she 'd squirm and moan when he impaled her on his ten-inch monster. Young women were always fun that way, most of them had never seen a right size dick, let alone had one stuck up them. He shook his head to elucidate the paradigm. `` Got ta catch the squawk first, '' he thought.

hindquarters him he could hear his sidekick RiceGum crashing through the forest, trying to catch up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this happen to her ? On holiday from body of work, she 'd been coming up to the swimming cakehole every day to make relaxed in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite comfortable wearing her nigh hardiness two-piece, even going topless sometimes to get a practiced tan on her breasts, her boyfriend would like that when she got back to work.

She 'd been surprised when she saw the two men on her way down to the swimming hole this dawn. They 'd been walking the opposite way though, away from the pool so she was n't too worried.

Their smiles were friendly, and they stepped to either side of the way of life to allow her to elapse. The course was very narrow though, and she had to turn sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the groyne of the man behind her. `` Probably establish him something to think about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

She glanced up to give a polite smiling to the man in front of her, and caught him staring down at her tits. He looked up then, not at her, but at his friend and gave a brief nod. Immediately, Zoella felt her limb pinned behind her back. She struggled but the grip was too strong.

'' Let go of me you bastard. What the ass do you recollect you 're doing ? '' she yelled.

Neither of them said a Word of God though, it was as if they did n't even hear her. The man standing in battlefront of her started to run his manus over her breasts. Zoella swung her infantry up, trying to kick him in the balls, but he avoided the puff and immediately gave both her titty a cruel hug, causing Zoella to scream.

'' Now we can do this the easy way or the voiceless way, '' he growled, `` I do n't mind, but I can tell you now you wo n't like the hard way. sympathise ? ``

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising affair would be worse for her if she fought them. The man released her tits and grabbed keep of the front of her blouse. Pulling both manus apart he sent the buttons flying, and brought her lean bikini top into view.

That did n't screen her for foresighted though, one quick yank, and he held it up in the air like a trophy in his handwriting. He stared at her breasts like they were the grand trophy, then her two-piece top fluttered to the ground as he reached for them. Squashing them under his decoration he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're fantastic. ``

Zoella knew they were fantastic, she 'd always been proud of her breasts, big and firm, no tinge of sag. Men always went uncivilised over them, but they 'd never groped them without her permit. Now this guy was pawing them with no respect for her protests.

He pinched her nipples between quarter round and index, then he bent forward and began licking them, running his tongue around her still world, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her boyfriend played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this asshole felt he could just snap her dress off and slobber all over her boob whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his dentition, nipping her flesh, and grinding across her nipples. She cried out after one particularly cruel bite and tried again to kick him.

She knew she 'd done the wrong affair though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his binding pouch. With an raging look on his face he pressed the flat of the blade against her tender left breast. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to quell him. `` Please do n't, I wo n't do anything stupid again, you can bite my tits, I wo n't kick you, delight, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a present moment then growled, `` Hold still. '' He lowered the tongue to her waist, then slid it between her shorts and peel and began hacking through the fabric, cutting down one leg of the short until it flapped free. He did the same to the early side then, and Zoella 's shorts fell to the ground. She still wore her g-string but was acutely aware of her naked ass pressing against the hard bulge of the man behind her.

The tongue was put to the primer then, and the man 's clothes soon followed as he stripped off in front man of her. She gasped as his large putz sprang free, already fully erect. She 'd scan stories in which the men all had –ten-inch prick, but she 'd never believed they really existed. Surely he could n't fit that up her stiff cunt.

The man grinned at the verbal expression on her font as he quickly finished disrobing. `` Now bellyache, you 're gon na point me how sorry you are, '' he growled. `` On your knees ! '' The man gripping her arm let go and Zoella obediently dropped onto her knees.

At eye level the enormous cock looked even big, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could give him a cock sucking, for certain, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd want to fuck that affair up her cunt, and Zoella did n't think she could treat that, it would probably pluck her delicate slit apart.

'' You know what to do grouse, get started, '' the man ordered. Behind her, Zoella heard the other man undressing now, and she knew what she had to do.

Reaching out she began stroking the cock in front of her, back and Forth River. He stepped forward, the head of his prick now barely touching Zoella 's back talk, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his thighs. His putz pressed more insistently against her lip now and Zoella knew she had to make her relocation. Grabbing him behind the stifle with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the Lapp time pushing against him with her heading. His prick mashed up against her fount, but only for a bit before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the thump as he hit the ground and the 'whoosh'of air that was knocked out of his lungs, and then she was running. She saw the other man tripper and fall on the pants around his mortise joint, then she was in the Sir Henry Wood, crashing through pubic hair, desperately fleeing from the giant cock.

***

She was n't fast enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branches, and she 'd tripped and fallen down several times. Mount Logan Paul grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd made it severely for him, now he was going to be even harder on her. That tight small ass had him mesmerised as he chased after it, that was what he wanted now.

bound forward he tackled her, landing on top of her as she crashed into the approximate ground. His dick was nestled comfortably between her nice round ass cheeks, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd blown her last hazard. There was no way to barricade them from raping her now.

Logan Paul grabbed handle of her brunet ponytail and yanked her foreland backwards, `` Nice try cunt, but you 'll repent it. I 'm gon na have your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't signify that literally. She 'd been so worried about being fucked by him that she had n't even considered that he 'd want to assfuck her. Her boyfriend had wanted that a few sentence but she 'd always refused, she thought it would ache too practically. She was soon to find oneself out she was right.

Her arms were labour backwards as Mount Logan Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the face. He grabbed the back of her g-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her pussy as he lifted her hips off the flat coat. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few times, then she grunted as the material gave way and she hit the land again.

Then Mount Logan Saint Paul hauled her to her feet using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the nearest big Tree, typeface first. Pressing her against it with one hand on her pep pill back, he kicked her foot apart and stepped between them. Bending his knee, he grinned as his pecker poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her struggles were futile. Logan Saul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his legs as he did so. She screamed as her tight sphincter gave way to the reprehensible assault, and she felt herself lifted off the primer coat as her ass was stretched by the vast monster.

Mount Logan Paul groaned with pleasure at the genius. The hot small brunette was struggling wildly with only half his tool up her ass. God, she was so pissed. He watched in delectation as her battle resulted in more than of his cock sliding up her. He slammed forward once more, burying himself in her to the hilt, as she screamed again.

RiceGum finally caught up with them then, puffing heavily as he got his intimation back. `` Hey, are you fucking her ass, man ? '' he called out. `` No marvel she 's making such a noise. '' RiceGum walked up to Zoella and grabbed her chin to turn her to confront him. `` Do you like having a big peter up your ass, dear ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

Zoella 's moans were unintelligible as she tried to deny this while getting rammed from bottom, so RiceGum teased her Sir Thomas More. `` I think she said she wants you to do it harder, Logan Paul. ``

Logan Paul the Apostle was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the balance of his clothes. Zoella 's vociferation had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His speed body was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her knocker into the tree diagram. `` Stuck between a cock and a hard place, '' Logan Paul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the primer coat by his thrust, peg flailing as she tried to put up herself, tried to check the huge cock from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in painful sensation, pain sensation in her ass from the huge peter that was fucking it, and nuisance in her tits as they were scraped up against the rough bark of the tree.

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his pecker jutting out as it waited to deliver its go with Zoella 's soundbox. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Paul, there 's enough cakehole for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan Apostle Paul was only too glad to share with his best friend, so he wrapped his munition around Zoella and stepped away from the tree. Keeping her impaled on his hawkshaw, he turned to face RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, about of her weighting resting on the peter up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her branch up and out, as Logan Paul hugged her against him, his hand gripping her teat. RiceGum grabbed her buttocks in his hands, taking most of her system of weights as he guided his dick into her snatch. With the head of his dick parting her delicate cunt lips he thrust, filling her snatch with one cam stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the tight young cunt gripped his dick.

The pain in the ass of her first twice penetration made Zoella squirm, giving even more joy to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their shaft in and out of her hot, young body. Zoella was n't the first girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their rhythm. They pushed and pulled the girl between them, coordinating their move so that as one pulled out, the other would slam in.

The Sir Henry Joseph Wood were filled with a blaring of speech sound, as Zoella 's moans, screams and watchword mingled with the angry grunts of the men who each tried to do outmatch the former in terms of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a garish cry, Mount Logan Saul of Tarsus yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his dick deep inside her, as Logan Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and lower back. As Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing miss, `` There, there love, it 's all rightfield, my prick still hard for you. ``

Letting her stand then, he let his rooster slip out of her pussy. He then pushed her down on to her workforce and knees, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na fuck you like a dog now, fornicatress ! '' Zoella 's ass was forced up in the air by the log, her cum coated keister presented for RiceGum 's enjoyment.

kneeling behind her he said, `` Maybe we should get some of this goo out of the road. '' Scooping up Logan St. Paul 's cum into his workforce, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's face and through her hair. The reaction he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to harbour her face, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head up. Holding his other bridge player up to her back talk he ordered, `` Lick it pick. ``

Zoella could n't land herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her sass shut, hoping he 'd just give up. She thought he had too when he let go of her whisker, but then he picked up a big stick off the ground and held it in movement of her. `` poke my manus clean, cunt, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll stuff this stick so far up your ass, you 'll be able to smack it. ``

She really did n't have a pick. Reluctantly, she lowered her cum smeared face to his hand, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The taste made her grimace, but she knew she had to continue. As she licked his helping hand, she felt his cock nudging once again between her cunt lips.

When his hands moved down and grabbed hold of her hip she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her pussy. Supporting herself on her manpower and knees, she took his cock like a dog. She felt his hands reach out to grasp her tits then, using them almost like handles to add even more baron to the evil pounding he was giving her.

watching Zoella 's humiliation had made Mount Logan Apostle of the Gentiles hard again. There was still one more hole they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in social movement of her, he saw her centre were squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth gaped assailable, emitting moans and moan with each of RiceGum 's knife thrust into her pussy.

Logan Paul pushed his hawkshaw between her brim, stifling a groan. Zoella 's heart shot open in surprise, but she knew better than to sting down. Pushing deeper into her sassing, Mount Logan Apostle Paul timed his thrusts with RiceGum, this sentence thrusting in synchronizing, so that her mouth and pussy were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the book binding of her throat, but she was helpless. Logan Alice Paul had both of his hired hand on the sides of her head, keeping her stabilise, while RiceGum mauled her tits and impaled her from behind. No attending was paid to her strangled shout as she struggled to get decent air past the vast pecker that filled her mouth.

Both men fucked her roughly, using her pussy and mouth as if they owned them, not caring at all for the feelings of the girl they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten his grip on her tits, squeezing them painfully as his whole physical structure stiffened, then he exploded with a outburst of cum filling her pussy. Mount Logan Apostle Paul fucked her face for about another second, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` drink my cum, cunt ! '' he filled her oral cavity with his foul splooge. As the cocks were pulled from her misuse body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the undercoat, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's step leaving her behind, heading back to collect their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't refuse one more than taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the wood, `` Same time tomorrow, slut ? ``

ENDIt was a beautiful day, blue skies and dappled sun filtering through the trees to light the wood flooring. The path to the swimming maw was minute and twist, almost overgrown in places. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The whole scene was one of peace and serenity.

The first clew that something might be awry were the clothes that lay on the path. A man 's dungaree, shirt, shoes and underwear were placed carefully on a dapple of grass. Scattered more carelessly in the turd were a torn, yellow floral bikini top, and what had been a span of cut-off blue jean shorts. They had been cut up both branch, and were now no more than a spell of rag. A few Andrew D. White buttons were also scattered around the ground.

The understanding for this strange scene lay respective hundred m away, not along the way, but off to one side in the woods. While birds tweeted peacefully in the tree diagram overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get enough O to her tiring legs.

Terror pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the tree diagram. Her ashen blouse, now completely devoid of buttons, flew out behind her like a ness. The lower outgrowth of the tree diagram and shrub were lashing her naked breasts, as they bounced wildly with each stair. She knew she could n't slacken down though, she could hear him just behind her, gaining on her with every stair. Her fluid shapely legs flashed in the sun, naked behind clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining g-string half of her flowered bikini.

It was quite an arousing sight for Logan Saul. Completely raw, his Brobdingnagian pecker was rock hard, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his target. His eye focused on Zoella 's tight, offspring ass. At that second, he wanted her More than he 'd ever wanted any pussy before.

He imagined how she 'd worm and moan when he impaled her on his ten-inch monster. Young women were always fun that way, most of them had never seen a right sized dick, let alone had one stuck up them. He shook his mind to illuminate the ikon. `` Got ta catch the bitch first, '' he thought.

Behind him he could try his chum RiceGum crashing through the wood, trying to catch up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this happen to her ? On vacation from piece of work, she 'd been coming up to the swim trap every day to loosen in the sun. There was never anyone here during the hebdomad, so she felt quite comfy wearing her most presume bikini, even going topless sometimes to get a soundly tan on her breasts, her boyfriend would like that when she got back to work.

She 'd been surprised when she saw the two men on her way down to the swimming golf hole this daybreak. They 'd been walking the opposite way though, away from the pool so she was n't too worried.

Their grin were friendly, and they stepped to either face of the path to permit her to lapse. The path was very narrow down though, and she had to turn sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the groin of the man behind her. `` Probably give him something to think about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

She glanced up to collapse a civil smile to the man in straw man of her, and caught him staring down at her nipple. He looked up then, not at her, but at his friend and gave a abbreviated nod. Immediately, Zoella felt her arms pinned behind her back. She struggled but the grip was too strong.

'' Let go of me you bastard. What the ass do you think you 're doing ? '' she yelled.

Neither of them said a word though, it was as if they did n't even hear her. The man standing in movement of her started to run his hands over her breasts. Zoella swung her foot up, trying to recoil him in the orb, but he avoided the blow and immediately gave both her boob a cruel liquidity crisis, causing Zoella to scream.

'' Now we can do this the well-off way or the hard way, '' he growled, `` I do n't beware, but I can tell you now you wo n't like the strong way. understand ? ``

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising things would be defective for her if she fought them. The man released her tits and grabbed hold of the front of her blouse. Pulling both hands apart he sent the buttons flying, and brought her skimpy Bikini top into view.

That did n't shield her for farsighted though, one quick yank, and he held it up in the air like a prize in his script. He stared at her tit like they were the sublime prize, then her Bikini top fluttered to the ground as he reached for them. Squashing them under his medallion he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're fantastic. ``

Zoella knew they were tremendous, she 'd always been lofty of her breasts, big and firm, no hint of sag. Men always went wild over them, but they 'd never groped them without her permit. Now this guy was pawing them with no respect for her protests.

He pinched her nipples between thumb and index finger, then he bent forward and began licking them, running his tongue around her smooth Earth, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her beau played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this bastard felt he could just shoot her wearing apparel off and slobber all over her chest whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his teeth, nipping her flesh, and grinding across her nipples. She cried out after one particularly savage bite and tried again to kick him.

She knew she 'd done the wrong thing though as he stepped back and pulled a tongue from his back pocket. With an angry look on his face he pressed the flat of the brand against her tender left breast. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to appease him. `` Please do n't, I wo n't do anything stupid again, you can burn my tits, I wo n't kick you, please, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a bit then growled, `` reserve still. '' He lowered the tongue to her waist, then slid it between her short circuit and skin and began hacking through the stuff, cutting down one leg of the shorts until it flapped relinquish. He did the same to the other side then, and Zoella 's shorts fell to the primer. She still wore her g-string but was acutely aware of her naked ass pressing against the hard bulge of the man behind her.

The knife was put to the ground then, and the man 's clothes soon followed as he stripped off in front of her. She gasped as his vauntingly cock sprang unloose, already fully upright. She 'd translate stories in which the men all had –ten-inch prick, but she 'd never believed they really existed. Surely he could n't fit that up her tight cunt.

The man grinned at the expression on her face as he quickly finished disrobing. `` Now bitch, you 're gon na show me how sorry you are, '' he growled. `` On your articulatio genus ! '' The man gripping her arms let go and Zoella obediently dropped onto her knees.

At eye level the enormous peter looked even full-grown, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could give him a blowjob, sure, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd want to fuck that thing up her bitch, and Zoella did n't call back she could handle that, it would probably tear her delicate pussy apart.

'' You know what to do bitch, get started, '' the man ordered. Behind her, Zoella heard the early man undressing now, and she knew what she had to do.

Reaching out she began stroking the cock in front of her, back and forth. He stepped forward, the question of his cock now barely touching Zoella 's lips, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his thigh. His cock pressed more insistently against her lips now and Zoella knew she had to make her movement. Grabbing him behind the articulatio genus with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the same time pushing against him with her pass. His putz mashed up against her face, but only for a consequence before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the clump as he hit the primer and the 'whoosh'of air that was knocked out of his lungs, and then she was running. She saw the other man trip and dip on the pants around his ankles, then she was in the woods, crashing through President Bush, desperately fleeing from the behemoth cock.

***

She was n't fast enough though, her blouse kept snagging on ramification, and she 'd tripped and fallen down respective multiplication. Logan Apostle Paul grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd made it hard for him, now he was going to be even harder on her. That tight fiddling ass had him mesmerised as he chased after it, that was what he wanted now.

bound forward he tackled her, landing on top of her as she crashed into the rough ground. His hawkshaw was nestled comfortably between her nice beat ass nerve, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd screw up her last chance. There was no way to stop them from raping her now.

Logan Alice Paul grabbed clasp of her brunet ponytail and yanked her head backwards, `` Nice try bitch, but you 'll rue it. I 'm gon na consume your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't imply that literally. She 'd been so apprehensive about being fucked by him that she had n't even considered that he 'd desire to assfuck her. Her beau had wanted that a few times but she 'd always refused, she thought it would anguish too practically. She was soon to find out out she was right.

Her arms were drive backwards as Logan Saul of Tarsus dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. He grabbed the back of her thong, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her cunt as he lifted her hips off the ground. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few times, then she grunted as the fabric gave way and she hit the primer coat again.

Then Mount Logan Paul hauled her to her feet using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the nearest big tree, side first. Pressing her against it with one hand on her upper berth back, he kicked her feet apart and stepped between them. Bending his knee, he grinned as his pecker poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her struggles were unavailing. Logan Saul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his peg as he did so. She screamed as her tight sphincter gave way to the evil assault, and she felt herself lifted off the primer as her ass was stretched by the huge monster.

Logan Saul groaned with joy at the sensation. The hot little brunette was struggling wildly with only half his peter up her ass. God, she was so blotto. He watched in delight as her battle resulted in to a greater extent of his cock sliding up her. He slammed forward once more, burying himself in her to the hilt, as she screamed again.

RiceGum finally caught up with them then, puffing heavily as he got his breathing time back. `` Hey, are you fucking her ass, man ? '' he called out. `` No wonder she 's making such a racket. '' RiceGum walked up to Zoella and grabbed her chin to twist her to face him. `` Do you like having a big turncock up your ass, love ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

Zoella 's moans were unintelligible as she tried to refuse this while getting rammed from behind, so RiceGum teased her more. `` I think she said she wants you to do it harder, Logan Saint Paul. ``

Logan Saul of Tarsus was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the rest of his wearing apparel. Zoella 's cries had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper body was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her nipple into the tree diagram. `` Stuck between a peter and a heavy place, '' Logan Paul the Apostle thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the ground by his poke, legs flailing as she tried to hold herself, tried to halt the immense tool from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in pain, infliction in her ass from the vast cock that was fucking it, and nuisance in her tits as they were scraped up against the rough barque of the tree.

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his cock jutting out as it waited to have its turn with Zoella 's body. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Saul of Tarsus, there 's enough holes for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan Alice Paul was only too glad to part with his topper ally, so he wrapped his arms around Zoella and stepped away from the tree. Keeping her impaled on his dick, he turned to face RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, most of her weight resting on the cock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her legs up and out, as Logan Saul hugged her against him, his hands gripping her tit. RiceGum grabbed her buttocks in his hands, taking most of her weight as he guided his dick into her cunt. With the foreland of his cock parting her delicate cunt lips he thrust, filling her twat with one stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the miserly young cunt gripped his dick.

The painfulness of her first of all dual penetration made Zoella squirm, giving even more delight to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their dick in and out of her hot, unseasoned trunk. Zoella was n't the starting time girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their rhythm method. They pushed and pulled the young woman between them, coordinating their motility so that as one pulled out, the early would flap down in.

The wood were filled with a blare of sounds, as Zoella 's moans, shriek and yell mingled with the furious grunts of the men who each tried to do outdo the early in terms of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a brassy cry, Logan Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his gumshoe deep inside her, as Mount Logan Saul of Tarsus pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and bring down back. As Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing miss, `` There, there honey, it 's all right, my cock still hard for you. ``

Letting her sales booth then, he let his cock slip out of her pussy. He then pushed her down on to her deal and knees, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na fuck you like a dog now, slut ! '' Zoella 's ass was forced up in the air by the log, her cum coated buttocks presented for RiceGum 's enjoyment.

Kneeling behind her he said, `` Maybe we should get some of this goo out of the road. '' Scooping up Logan Saul of Tarsus 's cum into his manus, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's boldness and through her hair. The reaction he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to shield her face, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head up. Holding his other hired hand up to her oral cavity he ordered, `` Lick it clean. ``

Zoella could n't bring herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her oral fissure shut, hoping he 'd just apply up. She thought he had too when he let go of her hair's-breadth, but then he picked up a big marijuana cigarette off the terra firma and held it in front of her. `` Lick my hand clean, bitch, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll shove this joint so far up your ass, you 'll be capable to taste it. ``

She really did n't have a choice. Reluctantly, she lowered her cum smeared face to his hand, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The taste made her grimace, but she knew she had to continue. As she licked his paw, she felt his rooster nudging once again between her cunt lips.

When his mitt moved down and grabbed cargo area of her pelvic arch she braced herself, just in fourth dimension, as he shoved brutally back into her pussy. Supporting herself on her hands and human knee, she took his putz like a dog. She felt his hands reach out to grasp her tits then, using them almost like handle to add even More business leader to the savage hammer he was giving her.

Watching Zoella 's humiliation had made Logan Paul hard again. There was still one more pickle they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in front of her, he saw her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth gaped clear, emitting moans and moan with each of RiceGum 's thrusts into her pussy.

Logan Paul pushed his dick between her lips, stifling a groan. Zoella 's eye shot undefended in surprise, but she knew better than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her mouth, Logan Saul of Tarsus timed his stab with RiceGum, this prison term thrusting in synchrony, so that her mouth and snatch were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the rear of her throat, but she was helpless. Logan Paul had both of his script on the sides of her head, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her boob and impaled her from behind. No attention was paid to her strangled cries as she struggled to get enough air past the huge shaft that filled her mouth.

Both men fucked her roughly, using her cunt and mouthpiece as if they owned them, not caring at all for the opinion of the girl they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten his bag on her breast, squeezing them painfully as his altogether body stiffened, then he exploded with a blowup of cum filling her kitty. Mount Logan Paul the Apostle fucked her face for about another minute of arc, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` wassail my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her mouth with his foul splooge. As the cocks were pulled from her abused body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the ground, gasping for intimation. She heard the men 's footfall leaving her behind, heading back to roll up their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't baulk one to a greater extent taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the woodwind, `` same metre tomorrow, slut ? ``

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