Alexandra Daddario's family wasn't always plentiful and far-famed. These 24-hour interval when asked about her life growing up in interviews, she'll do one of her incredibly cute gag and say it was great, but do her best to exchange the way of the questioning. This is because until she left home and became one of Hollywood's sexiest wiz, her teenage years at dwelling were a horrible hell on her.

Her parents were addicts. There would always be people coming and going from the Daddario household, many of them looking scruffy and unkempt. Her parents were so poor, there would be days where she hardly had anything to eat. This was sad and challenging, but the lawful hell of her beingness started early in gamy school.

She had just gotten home from a day at school day, when she heard her founder shouting for her to come 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 aspect from her founding father, she relented and came to stand beside him. The stranger was tall and ebony black. His middle were a curious dark green, and they swept over her, taking in her slightly plonk var., and her - already in her teens - extremely large breasts.

What happened following felt like a blur to her, and she never could exactly remember choosing to do it. The man's hired hand - a turgid rough paw - lifted and groped her immense breast, weighing it almost like one would a slab of meat. Her script swung out and slapped the tall mordant man in the font, and before she could shout he swung his own hand, smacking her rightfield back in the human face, causing her to crumple to the floor and starting to cry. The stranger's eyes swung from her convulsing and bawling form back to her father's, and he nodded casually, then told her father that eighteen-hundred was good.

Alexandra felt a horrible pit of icy betrayal in her stomach when her father nodded. The lightlessness man pulled out a sick thick wad of pecker, then peeled government note off until her begetter 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 thin neck.

She was afraid like she'd never been in her whole teenage life. Her assailant dumped her over the couch in the den and despite her weak protestation with her hand, pulled her skirt down, along with her scanty. It didn't take long after that Alexandra Daddario had something inserted into her virgin twat for the first time. He worked two thick finger's breadth inside of her and she wailed in pain in the ass.

Alexandra shouted for her mother, but dissolved into more tears when she responded from the other room to ‘ shut up and be a trade good daughter for him.'

Some mass freeze and disassociate themselves from their organic structure when a horrible trauma occurs to them. The inverse happened to Alexandra Daddario. She felt everything like she was hyper-aware. He fingered her for minutes, before forcing his fingers into her lip, gagging the beautiful teen around them.

The future tense teenager fame gagged on her rapists'fingers and took big gasping breaths when he withdrew the digits, only to whine and wail again when his peter - a massive thick black cock - slapped against her beautiful pale brass.

"Listen to your ma and suck my dick."

There wasn't any fight in Alexandra. The Negro man's turncock smelled horrid, tasting of unwashed sweat and grime. She barely could address it, and her rip flowed down her apple face. She couldn't help it, she had never done this before and kept scraping her raper's dick with her teeth. This infuriated him so much that he hit her face once, then wrapped those monumental hands around her throat and started choking her. Her fingernails scraped against his forearms, but didn't do anything but gouge his darkness skin a little. Her middle, which in a few yr would be macrocosm famous for their hypnotic blue people of colour, bulged in fear.

She looked desperately around with them for help, but saw her mother and father sitting in the nook observance, her mother's hired hand tucked into her father's trouser and obviously jerking him off. Hurt horribly by her family line's betrayal, her battle slowed and in second she went limp in his blazon, falling into unconsciousness.

Alexandra Daddario woke up to the notion of her knees bending to her articulatio humeri, and a massive pressure against her niggling Virgo pussy. It felt far too big, and she tried to crawl away, but was trapped under his combined weight and brawniness - which he pushed down on her all at once, spearing her Virgo bitch with his cock, tearing away her virginity right hand in front of her parents. The pain sensation was so horrifying to her she started to call, animalistically and wildly screaming. Her founding father rushed over to her to clamp his own mitt over her back talk, his hammer still out of his drawers and waggling free.

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

Her mind started to split then, and her beautiful eyes unfocussed and stared at the cap as she got the get-go shtup of her life, a brutal rape aided by her parents for drug money. The rapist called her foul names, and even beat her flawless and perfect breasts. It was bad, and only grew worse when his integral eubstance tightened and the black drug dealer spilled his cum trench inside of Alexandra Daddario's cunt.

This all must have satisfied the man, because he rolled off the war cry and devirginized cunt and stood. Once his massive cock was tucked back into his trouser, he peeled more bills from his stack of money and handed them to her father. Her mother helped Alexandra to her fundament, then ushered her out of the room and straight into the shower. Her phonation was curt, a difficult boundary to it, saying that she had been a good girl. Her mother started the water and helped her daughter into it. She was still zoned out, sobbing in picayune muscle spasm, that she didn't stop her female parent from cleaning her torso, even when her mother's hired man explored her pussy, making sure to pick it as well, doing too good a job as her fingers worked in and out of her sopping wet trap.

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