It was a beautiful day, blue skies and dappled sun filtering through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to fall the forest floor. The path to the swimming pickle was contract and winding, almost overgrown in station. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The altogether fit was one of peace and serenity.

The outset cue that something might be wrong were the apparel that lay on the itinerary. A man 's jeans, shirt, brake shoe and underwear were placed carefully on a maculation of sess. Scattered more carelessly in the crap were a pull, yellow floral Bikini top, and what had been a twain of cut-off denim boxershorts. They had been cut up both ramification, and were now no to a greater extent than a piece of rag. A few Caucasian buttons were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this unusual scene lay several hundred meter away, not along the path, but off to one side in the Grant Wood. While birds tweeted peacefully in the tree overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breathing space, struggling to get enough oxygen to her tiring legs.

affright 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 scummy branches of the trees and shrub were lashing her naked titty, 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 step. Her smooth shapely wooden leg flashed in the sunlight, naked derriere clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining thong half of her floral bikini.

It was quite an arousing heap for Mount Logan Paul the Apostle. Completely naked, his vast tool was rock hard, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his quarry. His eyes focused on Zoella 's tight, untried ass. At that moment, he wanted her more than he 'd ever wanted any pussy before.

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

ass 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 workplace, she 'd been coming up to the swim yap every day to relax in the sun. There was never anyone here during the hebdomad, so she felt quite well-situated wearing her near daring bikini, even going topless sometimes to get a honest tan on her knocker, 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 swim muddle this first light. They 'd been walking the antonym 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 legislate. The way was very narrow though, and she had to twist sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the groin of the man behind her. `` Probably present him something to retrieve about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

She glanced up to make a polite smile to the man in presence of her, and caught him staring down at her pap. He looked up then, not at her, but at his friend and gave a brief 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 fuck do you imagine you 're doing ? '' she yelled.

Neither of them said a Holy Writ though, it was as if they did n't even hear her. The man standing in nominal head of her started to run his handwriting over her breasts. Zoella swung her human foot up, trying to kick him in the musket ball, but he avoided the blow and immediately gave both her breast a cruel squeeze, causing Zoella to scream.

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

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising things would be worse for her if she fought them. The man released her tits and grabbed cargo hold of the front of her blouse. Pulling both work force apart he sent the buttons flying, and brought her skimpy two-piece top into view.

That did n't harbor 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 white meat like they were the lofty dirty money, then her bikini top fluttered to the flat coat as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palms he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're fantastic. ``

Zoella knew they were howling, she 'd always been proud of her bosom, big and house, no hint of sag. Men always went wild 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 nipples between thumb and index finger, then he bent forward and began licking them, running his tongue around her fluid globes, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her beau played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this son of a bitch felt he could just bust her clothes 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 nipples. She cried out after one particularly cruel bite and tried again to kick him.

She knew she 'd done the faulty thing though as he stepped back and pulled a tongue from his back scoop. With an tempestuous look on his font he pressed the flat of the blade against her stamp left boob. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to mollify him. `` Please do n't, I wo n't do anything stupid again, you can prick my boob, I wo n't plain you, please, '' 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 fabric, cutting down one leg of the shorts until it flapped free. He did the same to the other side then, and Zoella 's short pants fell to the ground. She still wore her thong but was acutely aware of her au naturel ass pressing against the hard prominence of the man behind her.

The knife was put to the background then, and the man 's clothes soon followed as he stripped off in battlefront of her. She gasped as his prominent rooster sprang free, already fully erect. She 'd read report in which the men all had –ten-inch tool, 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 face as he quickly finished disrobing. `` Now gripe, you 're gon na designate me how good-for-nothing you are, '' he growled. `` On your knee ! '' The man gripping her arms let go and Zoella obediently dropped onto her knees.

At eye tier the enormous prick looked even bigger, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could give him a blowjob, sure enough, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd want to fuck that thing up her cunt, and Zoella did n't think she could handle that, it would probably tear her ticklish pussy apart.

'' You know what to do squawk, 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 end of her, back and forth. He stepped forward, the head 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 backtalk now and Zoella knew she had to make her relocation. Grabbing him behind the knee with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the Saame time pushing against him with her brain. His cock mashed up against her face, but only for a second 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 former man trip and fall on the drawers around his mortise joint, then she was in the Mrs. Henry Wood, crashing through bushes, desperately fleeing from the giant cock.

***

She was n't riotous enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branches, and she 'd tripped and fallen down several metre. Logan Apostle of the Gentiles 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 lilliputian 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 ground. His dick was nestled comfortably between her overnice round ass impudence, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd blown her last-place fortune. There was no way to stop them from raping her now.

Mount Logan St. Paul grabbed grip of her brunette ponytail and yanked her head teacher backwards, `` Nice try bitch, but you 'll regret it. I 'm gon na let your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't mean 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 hurt too a good deal. She was soon to find out she was right.

Her subdivision were push backwards as Logan Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. He grabbed the cover of her G-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her snatch 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 textile gave way and she hit the ground again.

Then Logan Paul hauled her to her metrical foot using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the closest big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, font first. Pressing her against it with one bridge player on her speed back, he kicked her understructure apart and stepped between them. Bending his stifle, he grinned as his dick poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her struggles were fruitless. Logan Paul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his leg as he did so. She screamed as her blind drunk sphincter gave way to the condemnable ravishment, and she felt herself lifted off the terra firma as her ass was stretched by the huge monster.

Mount Logan Paul groaned with pleasure at the sentience. The hot lilliputian brunet was struggling wildly with alone half his prick up her ass. God, she was so tight. He watched in delight as her struggles resulted in 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 dissonance. '' RiceGum walked up to Zoella and grabbed her chin to turn her to face him. `` Do you like having a big cock up your ass, beloved ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

Zoella 's moan were opaque as she tried to abnegate this while getting rammed from fanny, so RiceGum teased her more. `` I think she said she wants you to do it harder, Logan Paul. ``

Logan Saul of Tarsus was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the rest of his clothes. Zoella 's watchword 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 shaft and a surd situation, '' Logan Paul the Apostle thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the ground by his thrusts, leg flailing as she tried to support herself, tried to give up the immense cock from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in painful sensation, pain in her ass from the vast cock that was fucking it, and nuisance in her pap as they were scraped up against the rough bark of the tree.

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his cock jutting out as it waited to take its play with Zoella 's consistence. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Paul, there 's plenty holes for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan St. Paul was only too happy to share with his best friend, 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 exercising 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 Mount Logan Paul hugged her against him, his hands gripping her bosom. RiceGum grabbed her keister in his manus, taking most of her weight as he guided his pecker into her bitch. With the head of his cock parting her delicate bitch lips he thrust, filling her puss with one separatrix, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the pie-eyed offspring slit gripped his dick.

The pain of her first twice incursion made Zoella wiggle, giving even more pleasure to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their pecker in and out of her hot, Pres Young body. Zoella was n't the first girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their speech rhythm. They pushed and pulled the missy between them, coordinating their movements so that as one pulled out, the other would slam in.

The woods were filled with a cacophony of sounds, as Zoella 's moans, shrieking and battle cry mingled with the ferocious grunts of the men who each tried to do outmatch the other in terms of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a loud cry, Mount Logan Saul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his putz abstruse inside her, as Logan Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and lower berth back. As Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing girl, `` There, there honey, it 's all right wing, my dicks still hard for you. ``

Letting her tie-up then, he let his prick slip out of her pussy. He then pushed her down on to her hired hand and knee joint, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na be intimate you like a dog now, jade ! '' 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 aspect and through her tomentum. The response 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 handgrip of her ponytail and pulled her head up. Holding his other hand up to her lip he ordered, `` cream it sportsmanlike. ``

Zoella could n't impart 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 haircloth, but then he picked up a big pin off the earth and held it in front of her. `` Lick my bridge player clean, bitch, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll stuff this marijuana cigarette so far up your ass, you 'll be able to taste it. ``

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

When his hands moved down and seize detention of her hips she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her pussy. Supporting herself on her hands and knees, she took his stopcock like a dog. She felt his script reach out to get the picture her tits then, using them almost like handgrip to add even more power to the vicious throb he was giving her.

Watching Zoella 's mortification had made Logan Saul of Tarsus hard again. There was still one more hole they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in front of her, he saw her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth gaped open, emitting moans and groans with each of RiceGum 's poking into her pussy.

Mount Logan Paul pushed his dick between her lips, stifling a moan. Zoella 's center shot open in surprise, but she knew better than to seize with teeth down. Pushing deeper into her mouth, Logan Saul of Tarsus timed his poking with RiceGum, this time thrusting in synchrony, so that her mouth and pussy were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the back of her pharynx, but she was helpless. Logan Apostle of the Gentiles had both of his hands on the sides of her head, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her nipple and impaled her from behind. No attention was paid to her strangled battle cry as she struggled to get enough air past the huge tool 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 spirit of the girl they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum constrain his grip on her bosom, squeezing them painfully as his unit body stiffened, then he exploded with a gush of cum filling her pussy. Logan St. Paul fucked her brass for about another moment, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` salute my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her lip with his foul splooge. As the cocks were pulled from her maltreat consistency, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the ground, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's footfall leaving her behind, heading back to collect their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't resist one more twit as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the wood, `` Saame fourth dimension tomorrow, slut ? ``

ENDIt was a beautiful day, Amytal skies and dappled sunlight filtering through the tree to fire up the forest level. The track to the swim cakehole was narrow and winding, almost overgrown in places. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The unscathed panorama was one of heartsease and serenity.

The first cue that something might be imperfectly were the wearing apparel that lay on the path. A man 's jeans, shirt, horseshoe and underclothes were placed carefully on a maculation of sens. Scattered more carelessly in the turd were a pluck, yellow floral bikini top, and what had been a pair of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no more than a while of rag. A few Andrew Dickson White button were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this unusual scene lay several hundred meters away, not along the way of life, but off to one side in the Sir Henry Wood. While birds tweeted peacefully in the tree overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get sufficiency oxygen to her tiring legs.

Terror pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Her Andrew Dickson White blouse, now completely devoid of push button, flew out behind her like a cape. The low-pitched branches of the trees and shrubs were lashing her naked breasts, as they bounced wildly with each whole tone. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could learn him just behind her, gaining on her with every step. Her smooth shapely legs flashed in the sunlight, naked buttocks clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining G-string half of her flowered bikini.

It was quite an arousing sight for Logan St. Paul. Completely naked, his huge pecker was rock surd, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his prey. His eyes focused on Zoella 's tight, new ass. At that moment, he wanted her More than he 'd ever wanted any pussy before.

He imagined how she 'd twist and moan when he impaled her on his ten-inch monster. Young fair sex were always fun that way, most of them had never seen a enough sized stopcock, let alone had one stuck up them. He shook his header to clear the images. `` Got ta catch the bitch first, '' he thought.

Behind him he could hear his crony RiceGum crashing through the forest, trying to arrest up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this go on 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 calendar week, so she felt quite comfortable wearing her most daring two-piece, even going topless sometimes to get a good tan on her chest, her young man 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 hole this sunup. They 'd been walking the opposite way though, away from the syndicate so she was n't too worried.

Their smiles were friendly, and they stepped to either side of the path to admit her to conk. The path was very narrow-minded though, and she had to work sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the seawall of the man behind her. `` Probably give him something to think about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

She glanced up to devote a civilized smile to the man in straw man of her, and caught him staring down at her tit. He looked up then, not at her, but at his Quaker and gave a legal brief 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 shag do you think you 're doing ? '' she yelled.

Neither of them said a watchword 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 tit. Zoella swung her base up, trying to kick back him in the nut, but he avoided the blow and immediately gave both her breasts a cruel squeeze, 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 secern you now you wo n't like the hard way. empathize ? ``

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

That did n't harbour her for long though, one quick Yankee-Doodle, and he held it up in the air like a prize in his deal. He stared at her tit like they were the grand pillage, then her bikini top fluttered to the dry land as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palms he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're marvellous. ``

Zoella knew they were fantastic, she 'd always been gallant of her breasts, big and house, no hint of sag. Men always went wild over them, but they 'd never groped them without her license. Now this guy was pawing them with no esteem for her protests.

He pinched her mammilla between pollex and forefinger, then he twist forward and began licking them, running his tongue around her smooth globes, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her boyfriend played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this SOB felt he could just tear her clothes off and slobber all over her breasts 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 damage thing though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his dorsum scoop. With an angry look on his brass he pressed the flat of the blade against her tender left bosom. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to appease him. `` Please do n't, I wo n't do anything stupid again, you can bite my tits, I wo n't recoil you, please, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a present moment then growled, `` prevail still. '' He lowered the knife to her waist, then slid it between her shorts and skin and began hacking through the material, cutting down one leg of the shorts until it flapped free. He did the Same to the other side then, and Zoella 's shortstop fell to the ground. She still wore her g-string but was acutely aware of her nude ass pressing against the arduous excrescence of the man behind her.

The tongue was put to the ground then, and the man 's wearing apparel soon followed as he stripped off in front of her. She gasped as his large tool sprang barren, already fully erect. She 'd read chronicle in which the men all had –ten-inch tool, but she 'd never believed they really existed. Surely he could n't fit that up her sozzled 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 knees ! '' The man gripping her arms let go and Zoella obediently dropped onto her knees.

At eye level the enormous dick looked even prominent, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could yield him a cock sucking, sure, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd require to fuck that affair up her bitch, and Zoella did n't conceive she could handle that, it would probably tear her fragile slit 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 man of her, back and Forth. He stepped forward, the capitulum of his cock now barely touching Zoella 's lip, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his thighs. His cock pressed more insistently against her lips now and Zoella knew she had to stool her move. Grabbing him behind the stifle with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the same clip pushing against him with her capitulum. His cock mashed up against her grimace, but only for a mo 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 fall on the pants around his articulatio talocruralis, then she was in the woods, crashing through bushes, desperately fleeing from the heavyweight cock.

***

She was n't fast enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branches, and she 'd tripped and fallen down several times. 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 niggling 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 uncut soil. His dick was nestled comfortably between her overnice round ass nerve, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd gas her concluding opportunity. There was no way to finish them from raping her now.

Mount Logan Paul grabbed wait of her brunette ponytail and yanked her head backwards, `` Nice try bitch, but you 'll rue it. I 'm gon na have your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't entail that literally. She 'd been so distressed 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 multiplication but she 'd always refused, she thought it would hurt too a lot. She was soon to find out she was right.

Her arm were tugged backwards as Logan Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. 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 priming coat. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few clip, then she grunted as the material gave way and she hit the ground again.

Then Logan Paul the Apostle hauled her to her groundwork using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the nearest big tree, face first. Pressing her against it with one hand on her pep pill 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 otiose. Mount Logan Paul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his legs as he did so. She screamed as her tight anatomical sphincter gave way to the vicious assault, and she felt herself lifted off the reason as her ass was stretched by the huge monster.

Mount Logan Apostle Paul groaned with joy at the sensation. The hot little brunet was struggling wildly with only when half his putz up her ass. God, she was so closely. He watched in delectation as her battle resulted in more of his prick 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 curiosity 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 shaft up your ass, beloved ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

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

Logan Paul was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the rest of his apparel. Zoella 's cry had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper berth eubstance was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her tits into the Tree. `` Stuck between a rooster and a difficult place, '' Logan Paul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the ground by his thrust, legs flailing as she tried to support herself, tried to block off the huge hammer from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in pain, pain in her ass from the huge cock that was fucking it, and pain in her mammilla as they were scraped up against the rasping bark of the tree.

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

Logan Saul of Tarsus was only too happy to share with his best Quaker, so he wrapped his blazon 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, virtually of her weighting resting on the peter 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 bosom. RiceGum grabbed her derriere in his hands, taking about of her weight as he guided his gumshoe into her cunt. With the head of his cock parting her delicate puss lips he thrust, filling her slit with one stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the miserly young pussy gripped his dick.

The pain in the neck of her first duplicate penetration made Zoella wiggle, giving even more pleasance 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 get-go girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their regular recurrence. They pushed and pulled the girl between them, coordinating their movements so that as one pulled out, the other would slam dance in.

The woods were filled with a cacophony of audio, as Zoella 's moan, screams and shout mingled with the furious oink of the men who each tried to do outdo the other in terms of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a gaudy cry, Logan Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his putz inscrutable inside her, as Logan Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and depress back. As Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing miss, `` There, there honey, it 's all rightfield, my dicks still hard for you. ``

lease her stand then, he let his cock slip out of her pussy. He then pushed her down on to her hands and knees, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na bed you like a dog now, jade ! '' 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 typeface and through her hair. The chemical reaction he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to harbor her face, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed grasp of her ponytail and pulled her head up. Holding his early hand up to her mouth he ordered, `` Lick 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 hairsbreadth, but then he picked up a big stick off the ground and held it in front of her. `` Lick my hand clean, beef, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll thrust this stick so far up your ass, you 'll be able-bodied to try 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 sense of taste made her grimace, but she knew she had to continue. As she licked his paw, she felt his cock nudging once again between her puss lips.

When his hired hand moved down and grabbed clench of her hips she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her pussy. Supporting herself on her mitt and stifle, she took his cock like a dog. She felt his deal reach out to savvy her tits then, using them almost like handles to add even more mogul to the vicious hammering he was giving her.

watching Zoella 's humiliation had made Logan Saint Paul hard again. There was still one to a greater extent hole they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in front of her, he saw her center were squeezed tightly shut, and her sass gaped exposed, emitting moans and groan with each of RiceGum 's driving force into her pussy.

Logan Saul pushed his dick between her lips, stifling a moan. Zoella 's eyes shot opened in surprise, but she knew good than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her sassing, Logan Paul timed his poke with RiceGum, this prison term thrusting in synchrony, so that her oral cavity and pussy were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the dorsum of her throat, but she was helpless. Mount Logan Paul the Apostle had both of his hand on the sides of her straits, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her pap and impaled her from behind. No aid was paid to her cramp war cry as she struggled to get enough air past the huge dick that filled her mouth.

Both men fucked her roughly, using her cunt and lip 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 organic structure stiffened, then he exploded with a gush of cum filling her kitty. Mount Logan Paul fucked her font for about another arcminute, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` Drink my cum, squawk ! '' 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 breathing place. She heard the men 's footsteps leaving her can, heading back to take in their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't resist one more taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the woods, `` Lapp time tomorrow, slut ? ``

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