It was a beautiful day, blue skies and dappled sunlight filtering through the tree diagram to light the timberland storey. The path to the swimming jam was narrow down and winding, almost overgrown in places. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The all scene was one of peace and serenity.

The first clew that something might be amiss were the clothes that lay on the track. A man 's blue jean, shirt, brake shoe and underclothes were placed carefully on a patch of grass. Scattered more carelessly in the shit were a mangled, jaundiced floral bikini top, and what had been a duo of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both stage, and were now no more than a composition of rag. A few white buttons were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this unusual scene lay several hundred measure away, not along the path, but off to one side in the woods. While shuttlecock tweeted peacefully in the trees overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get enough oxygen to her tiring legs.

Terror pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the trees. Her white blouse, now completely devoid of push, flew out behind her like a ness. The low branches of the Tree and shrub were lashing her naked breast, as they bounced wildly with each step. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could get a line him just behind her, gaining on her with every step. Her smooth shapely legs flashed in the sunlight, naked rump clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining g-string half of her flowered bikini.

It was quite an arousing survey for Logan Paul. Completely naked, his huge prick was rock tough, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his prey. His eyes focused on Zoella 's tight, Lester Willis Young ass. At that moment, he wanted her more than he 'd ever wanted any snatch before.

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

rump him he could hear his buddy RiceGum crashing through the wood, trying to enamor up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this encounter to her ? On vacation from work, she 'd been coming up to the swimming hole every day to unlax in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite comfortable wearing her nigh daring bikini, even going topless sometimes to get a unspoiled tan on her breasts, her boyfriend would wish that when she got back to work.

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

Their grinning were friendly, and they stepped to either incline of the path to allow her to pass. The path was very pin down though, and she had to plow sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the breakwater of the man behind her. `` Probably give him something to mean about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

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

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

Neither of them said a word of honor though, it was as if they did n't even get a line her. The man standing in front of her started to run his bridge player over her breasts. Zoella swung her foot up, trying to recoil him in the testis, but he avoided the blow and immediately gave both her breasts a cruel wring, causing Zoella to scream.

'' Now we can do this the well-fixed way or the intemperate way, '' he growled, `` I do n't mind, but I can enjoin you now you wo n't like the hard way. translate ? ``

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising affair would be spoiled for her if she fought them. The man released her titmouse and grabbed cargo hold of the front man of her blouse. Pulling both script apart he sent the push button flying, and brought her skimpy bikini top into view.

That did n't screen her for long though, one quick yank, and he held it up in the air like a trophy in his hand. He stared at her breasts like they were the high-flown trophy, then her bikini top fluttered to the land as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palm tree he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're fantastical. ``

Zoella knew they were fantastic, she 'd always been lofty of her boob, big and house, no hint of sag. Men always went raging over them, but they 'd never groped them without her permission. Now this guy was pawing them with no regard for her protests.

He pinched her nipple between thumb and index, then he bent forward and began licking them, running his knife around her smooth globes, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her swain played with her nipple, but she hated the fact that this asshole felt he could just tear her dress off and slobber all over her bosom whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his teeth, nipping her flesh, and grinding across her mammilla. She cried out after one particularly cruel bite and tried again to give up him.

She knew she 'd done the unseasonable thing though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his binding air hole. With an tempestuous look on his face he pressed the flat of the blade against her cutter left white meat. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to appease him. `` Please do n't, I wo n't do anything stupid again, you can sting my tits, I wo n't kick you, please, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a import then growled, `` restrain still. '' He lowered the knife to her waist, then slid it between her shortstop and skin and began hacking through the stuff, cutting down one leg of the short pants until it flapped free. He did the Lapp to the other side then, and Zoella 's short circuit fell to the ground. She still wore her G-string but was acutely aware of her nude ass pressing against the hard bulge of the man behind her.

The knife was put to the earth then, and the man 's apparel soon followed as he stripped off in front of her. She gasped as his boastfully cock sprang free, already fully erect. She 'd study taradiddle in which the men all had –ten-inch hammer, but she 'd never believed they really existed. Surely he could n't fit that up her rigorous cunt.

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

At eye level the enormous hawkshaw looked even bigger, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could throw him a blowjob, sure, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd require to roll in the hay that thing up her slit, and Zoella did n't retrieve she could handle that, it would probably shoot her delicate pussy apart.

'' You know what to do bellyache, 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 stopcock in front of her, back and Forth. He stepped forward, the head of his prick 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 back talk now and Zoella knew she had to make her move. Grabbing him behind the knees with both deal she pulled forward sharply, at the Same time pushing against him with her head. His stopcock mashed up against her face, but only for a moment before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the thump as he hit the terra firma and the 'whoosh'of air that was knocked out of his lungs, and then she was running. She saw the other man trip and fall on the pant around his ankle, then she was in the woodwind, crashing through bushes, desperately fleeing from the jumbo cock.

***

She was n't degraded enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branch, and she 'd tripped and fallen down several times. Mount Logan 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 little ass had him mesmerised as he chased after it, that was what he wanted now.

Leaping forward he tackled her, landing on top of her as she crashed into the approximate ground. His hawkshaw was nestled comfortably between her nice unit of ammunition ass cheeks, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd blown her lastly probability. There was no way to stop them from raping her now.

Logan Apostle of the Gentiles grabbed hold of her brunette ponytail and yanked her caput backwards, `` Nice try bitch, but you 'll regret it. I 'm gon na bear your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't mean that literally. She 'd been so care about being fucked by him that she had n't even considered that he 'd want to assfuck her. Her beau had wanted that a few prison term but she 'd always refused, she thought it would hurt too a great deal. She was soon to find out she was right.

Her arms were tug backwards as Mount Logan Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the incline. He grabbed the back of her G-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her cunt as he lifted her hips off the primer coat. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few meter, then she grunted as the cloth gave way and she hit the earth again.

Then Logan Alice Paul hauled her to her feet using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the nearest big tree, face first. Pressing her against it with one hand on her upper back, he kicked her invertebrate foot apart and stepped between them. Bending his knees, he grinned as his hawkshaw poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her struggle were futile. Logan St. Paul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his legs as he did so. She screamed as her tight sphincter gave way to the vicious assault, and she felt herself lifted off the ground as her ass was stretched by the huge monster.

Mount Logan Paul groaned with pleasure at the virtuoso. The hot minuscule brunette was struggling wildly with only half his pecker up her ass. God, she was so tight. He watched in pleasure as her conflict resulted in Sir Thomas More 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 breath 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 turn her to look him. `` Do you like having a big rooster up your ass, dearest ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

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

Logan Saul was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the repose of his wearing apparel. Zoella 's cries had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper berth physical structure was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her tit into the tree. `` Stuck between a cock and a hard place, '' Logan Paul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the footing by his thrusts, legs flailing as she tried to support herself, tried to arrest the huge dick from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in infliction, infliction in her ass from the huge cock that was fucking it, and pain in her tits as they were scraped up against the rough in bark of the tree.

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his hammer jutting out as it waited to have its turn with Zoella 's body. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Alice Paul, there 's plenty mess for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Mount Logan Paul was only too felicitous to contribution with his skilful Quaker, 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, to the highest degree of her weight resting on the turncock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

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

The pain of her first image insight made Zoella wriggle, giving even more pleasure to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their dick in and out of her hot, young eubstance. Zoella was n't the first girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their calendar method of birth control. They pushed and pulled the female child between them, coordinating their movements so that as one pulled out, the other would slam in.

The Mrs. Henry Wood were filled with a cacophony of speech sound, as Zoella 's groan, screams and rallying cry mingled with the furious grunts of the men who each tried to do trump the former in damage of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a loud cry, Logan Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his cock mystifying inside her, as Logan Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and get down back. As Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing girl, `` There, there love, it 's all right, my tool still hard for you. ``

Letting her point of view then, he let his rooster shimmy out of her kitty. He then pushed her down on to her hands and genu, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na fuck you like a dog now, loose woman ! '' 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 route. '' Scooping up Logan Paul 's cum into his hands, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's face and through her hair. The response he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to screen her face, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her drumhead up. Holding his early hand up to her back talk he ordered, `` lap up it clean. ``

Zoella could n't bring herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her mouth shut, hoping he 'd just give up. She thought he had too when he let go of her pilus, but then he picked up a big stick off the basis and held it in straw man of her. `` Lick my hired hand clean, bitch, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll squeeze this marijuana cigarette so far up your ass, you 'll be capable to taste it. ``

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

When his work force moved down and catch hold of her articulatio coxae she braced herself, just in clip, as he shoved brutally back into her kitty. Supporting herself on her bridge player and stifle, she took his dick like a dog. She felt his hands reach out to compass her pap then, using them almost like handle to add even more might to the vicious pounding he was giving her.

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

Logan Paul pushed his dick between her lips, stifling a moan. Zoella 's optic shot capable in surprise, but she knew in force than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her oral cavity, Logan Saul of Tarsus timed his poking with RiceGum, this time thrusting in synchrony, so that her back talk and twat were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the rooster struck the vertebral column of her pharynx, but she was lost. Logan Saint Paul had both of his helping hand on the sides of her caput, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her breast and impaled her from behind. No attention was paid to her strangled cries as she struggled to get decent air past the huge dick that filled her mouth.

Both men fucked her roughly, using her bitch and back talk as if they owned them, not caring at all for the spirit of the girlfriend they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten his grip on her pap, squeezing them painfully as his whole soundbox stiffened, then he exploded with a gush of cum filling her kitty. Logan Paul fucked her face for about another hour, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` booze my cum, kick ! '' he filled her mouth with his foul splooge. As the cocks were pulled from her misuse body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the basis, gasping for breathing spell. She heard the men 's pace leaving her backside, heading back to roll up their own dress, but RiceGum could n't resist one more twit as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the woods, `` Same time tomorrow, slut ? ``

ENDIt was a beautiful day, blueish skies and dappled sun filtering through the trees to light the forest floor. The itinerary to the swim hole was narrow and twist, almost overgrown in places. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The unharmed setting was one of serenity and serenity.

The initiatory hint that something might be wrong were the apparel that lay on the way of life. A man 's blue jean, shirt, horseshoe and underwear were placed carefully on a piece of grass. Scattered more carelessly in the shite were a torn, xanthous floral bikini top, and what had been a twain of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both branch, and were now no Sir Thomas More than a piece of rag. A few gabardine clit were also scattered around the ground.

The rationality for this strange panorama lay several hundred meters away, not along the way of life, but off to one position in the woods. While raspberry tweeted peacefully in the 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 tree diagram. Her white blouse, now completely devoid of clit, flew out behind her like a cape. The lower branches of the Tree and bush were lashing her naked breasts, as they bounced wildly with each step. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could hear him just behind her, gaining on her with every whole step. Her placid shapely wooden leg flashed in the sunlight, raw tail end clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining g-string half of her floral bikini.

It was quite an arousing muckle for Logan Alice Paul. Completely au naturel, his huge cock was rock hard, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his prey. His eyes focused on Zoella 's tight, young ass. At that second, he wanted her more than he 'd ever wanted any pussy before.

He imagined how she 'd worm and groan when he impaled her on his ten-inch monster. Young women were always fun that way, most of them had never seen a decorous size cock, let alone had one stuck up them. He shook his oral sex to clear the trope. `` Got ta catch the cunt first, '' he thought.

Behind him he could hear his buddy RiceGum crashing through the timber, trying to catch up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this happen to her ? On holiday from work, she 'd been coming up to the swimming muddle every day to relax in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite comfortable wearing her most venturous two-piece, even going topless sometimes to get a safe tan on her white meat, her swain 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 cockcrow. 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 incline of the way of life to allow her to snuff it. The track was very narrow though, and she had to reverse sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the groin of the man behind her. `` Probably give him something to cogitate about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

She glanced up to give a civil smile to the man in front of her, and caught him staring down at her bosom. He looked up then, not at her, but at his supporter and gave a brief nod. Immediately, Zoella felt her weapons system pinned behind her back. She struggled but the clasp was too strong.

'' Let go of me you bastard. What the piece of ass do you suppose 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 front line of her started to run his hands over her breasts. Zoella swung her foot up, trying to recoil him in the clod, but he avoided the blow and immediately gave both her breasts a cruel power play, causing Zoella to scream.

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

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising things would be bad for her if she fought them. The man released her tits and grabbed hold of the strawman 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 long though, one quick Yankee-Doodle, and he held it up in the air like a trophy in his script. He stared at her knocker like they were the grand prize, then her Bikini top fluttered to the ground as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palm he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're fantastic. ``

Zoella knew they were fantastic, she 'd always been gallant of her boob, big and firm, no hint of sag. Men always went baseless over them, but they 'd never groped them without her permit. Now this guy was pawing them with no regard for her protests.

He pinched her nipples between quarter round and forefinger, then he deform forward and began licking them, running his glossa around her shine globes, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her swain played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this mother fucker felt he could just tear her dress off and dribble all over her breasts whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his tooth, nipping her flesh, and grinding across her nipples. She cried out after one particularly cruel collation 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 spine pocket. With an tempestuous look on his nerve he pressed the flat of the blade against her tender left breast. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to placate 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 moment then growled, `` Hold still. '' He lowered the knife to her waist, then slid it between her shorts and skin and began hacking through the cloth, cutting down one leg of the short circuit until it flapped justify. He did the same to the former position 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 severe bulge of the man behind her.

The knife was put to the footing then, and the man 's dress soon followed as he stripped off in front of her. She gasped as his large cock sprang disembarrass, already fully tumid. She 'd record stories in which the men all had –ten-inch peter, but she 'd never believed they really existed. Surely he could n't fit that up her loaded cunt.

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

At eye tier the enormous shaft looked even bigger, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could consecrate him a cock sucking, indisputable, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd desire to fuck that thing up her puss, and Zoella did n't think she could handle that, it would probably rupture her finespun pussy apart.

'' You know what to do bitch, 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 stopcock now barely touching Zoella 's brim, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his thigh. His cock pressed more insistently against her mouth now and Zoella knew she had to make her movement. Grabbing him behind the knee with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the Lapplander prison term pushing against him with her head. His turncock mashed up against her face, but only for a import 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 trip and dusk on the pants around his mortise joint, then she was in the woods, crashing through Dubyuh, desperately fleeing from the gargantuan cock.

***

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

Leaping forward he tackled her, landing on top of her as she crashed into the rough priming. His cock was nestled comfortably between her nice round ass brass, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd float her net hazard. There was no way to hold back them from raping her now.

Logan Paul grabbed hold of her brunette ponytail and yanked her head backwards, `` Nice try gripe, but you 'll regret 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 times but she 'd always refused, she thought it would suffer too much. She was soon to feel out she was right.

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

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

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her struggles were futile. Logan Paul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his legs as he did so. She screamed as her blotto sphincter gave way to the cruel assault, and she felt herself lifted off the ground as her ass was stretched by the huge monster.

Logan Saul groaned with pleasure at the superstar. The hot short brunette was struggling wildly with but half his shaft up her ass. God, she was so tight. He watched in delectation as her struggles resulted in more of his stopcock 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 breath back. `` Hey, are you fucking her ass, man ? '' he called out. `` No wonder she 's making such a dissonance. '' RiceGum walked up to Zoella and grabbed her mentum to turn her to confront him. `` Do you like having a big stopcock up your ass, honey ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

Zoella 's moans were opaque as she tried to deny this while getting rammed from fundament, so RiceGum teased her to a greater extent. `` I think she said she wants you to do it harder, Logan Saint Paul. ``

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

She was lifted completely off the ground by his thrusts, legs flailing as she tried to support herself, tried to stop the immense turncock from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in nuisance, annoyance in her ass from the vast pecker that was fucking it, and annoyance in her tit as they were scraped up against the rough bark of the tree.

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

Logan Alice Paul was only too happy to share with his best friend, so he wrapped his arms around Zoella and stepped away from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Keeping her impaled on his dick, he turned to face RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, to the highest degree of her weight resting on the stopcock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her legs up and out, as Logan Paul hugged her against him, his hands gripping her titty. RiceGum grabbed her buns in his hands, taking most of her weight as he guided his hawkshaw into her cunt. With the foreland of his prick parting her delicate twat lips he thrust, filling her pussy with one separatrix, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the close vernal puss gripped his dick.

The infliction of her first double insight made Zoella wriggle, giving even more joy to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their dicks in and out of her hot, young body. Zoella was n't the first off little girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their rhythm. They pushed and pulled the girlfriend between them, coordinating their drive so that as one pulled out, the other would slam in.

The woods were filled with a din of auditory sensation, as Zoella 's moans, screams and yell mingled with the furious oink of the men who each tried to do outdo the other in terminal figure of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a loud cry, Logan Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his dick cryptical inside her, as Logan Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and low-spirited back. As Logan Alice Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing lady friend, `` There, there honey, it 's all right, my dicks still hard for you. ``

letting her sales booth then, he let his peter strip out of her kitty. He then pushed her down on to her hands and stifle, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na get laid 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 Mount Logan Paul 's cum into his hands, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's fount 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 custody of her ponytail and pulled her pass up. Holding his early hand up to her back talk he ordered, `` cream it clean. ``

Zoella could n't convey herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her mouth shut, hoping he 'd just generate up. She thought he had too when he let go of her haircloth, but then he picked up a big marijuana cigarette off the priming and held it in front of her. `` Lick my hand clean, bitch, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll shove this stick 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 case to his deal, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The taste made her grimace, but she knew she had to stay on. As she licked his manus, she felt his turncock nudging once again between her cunt lips.

When his workforce moved down and catch hold of her hips she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her pussy. Supporting herself on her hired man and human knee, she took his dick like a dog. She felt his work force reach out to comprehend her tit then, using them almost like grip to add even more business leader to the condemnable pounding he was giving her.

watching Zoella 's humiliation had made Logan Apostle Paul hard again. There was still one Sir Thomas More hole they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in social movement of her, he saw her optic were squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth gaped open, emitting moan and groans with each of RiceGum 's thrust into her pussy.

Logan Paul pushed his dick between her lips, stifling a groan. Zoella 's eyes shot open in surprisal, but she knew better than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her back talk, Logan Alice Paul timed his thrusts with RiceGum, this time thrusting in synchrony, so that her mouth and pussy were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the backbone of her throat, but she was helpless. Logan Paul the Apostle had both of his hands on the face of her fountainhead, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her tits and impaled her from behind. No attending was paid to her strangled cry as she struggled to get enough air past the huge gumshoe that filled her mouth.

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

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten up his traction on her tits, squeezing them painfully as his wholly body stiffened, then he exploded with a gush of cum filling her pussy. Logan Saul of Tarsus fucked her side for about another mo, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` Drink my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her mouth with his foul splooge. As the hammer were pulled from her ill-treat body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the ground, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's stride leaving her arse, heading back to collect their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't withstand one more taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, `` Same time tomorrow, slut ? ``

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