December 2020

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The egg white House bunker is half-empty or half-full, it depends on how you 'd see it. The place is not very big, designed to take about 100 customers in, but now only 40 or 50 customers are sitting at the tables and they all are men. To be exact, they all are Republican River politicians. It 's also clearly visible, that they are quite loaded man of affairs. They are dressed up very formally in dark or grey suit. They wear valuable closed chain on their fingerbreadth and they drink expensive drinks. Some of them are smoking big cigars. The atmospheric state in the order is very tense, even nervous, I would say.

This is not a shoes where a man would go to experience a nice dinner with his wife.

The men have come here to slack. To forget their mundane routines and their cleanup emphasis. most of them know each other. They all are at honored positions in society.

But there 's also another thing that binds them together. That 's why they 're here today. Each one of them share the same arcanum phantasy. It 's a fantasy that they ca n't speak about in populace. But after all, it 's very childlike : They all get sexual delight out of violence. Their shaft get stiffened when they see vehemence. Violence with female as victims, to be precise, and naturally vehemence as a persona of the sexual sexual intercourse. At home they ca n't outfox their wife or their daughters, it would make a dirt. But here they can do whatever they want. They do n't go to the Free James Mason, they come here. It 's true that in America they are commonly respected and the community sees them as decent men.

They are respected and multitude listen to their belief. In reality, however, they do populate a double animation. Even though they give money to brotherly love, it does n't entail that they really would care to draw this world a expert stead for everyone. They are just selfishly feeding their world icon. They do n't give a shit about the hungry brats of Africa.

So, even childhood is n't sacred for these men. almost of them visit regularly raping brats in their poor neighbour states. Just to get personal satisfaction and it only makes them find more self-complacent, if possible. They do n't know how to feel commiseration. They 'll only get hornier if the woman excruciation is young or a tyke. They can just feel their hardening cocks in their expensive slacks.

They are not in danger of getting caught, you know. With all their money they can induce the silence fall around their `` little activities ''. They have bought the organization.

The muddy work is done for them and all they have to do is sit back, watch and revel themselves.

No one really cares decent about the miserable street little terror to take a danger for their interest and to make all this evil come to light. If somebody really knows something, he will simply be bought dumb and that 'll be the end of the discussion.

When the commencement one of the Night 's appearance is about to get, the businessmen are slowly gathering around the small leg. The screen background music goes off.

The legion of the night, Roger Marshall, comes onto the stage. Behind him, he is dragging a daughter, who looks like she ca n't be Sir Thomas More than 18 days old. The girl is panting and crying and it 's obvious that someone has beaten her. Probably the innkeeper himself or the proprietor of the order. Her former eye has turned to purple and her recollective blonde tomentum is a all over mess. tear are wetting her beautiful buttock. The little girl is defenseless. Of course. The men are staring at her with their lustful eyes and in their brain, they are already violating this Edward Young consistence, that is n't showing any house of womanhood yet. She does n't sustain breasts. Her chest is flat like a young boy 's chest and between her small pegleg, everyone can see a tiny, hairless crack, or maybe `` a crack cocaine '' is a wrong word of honor. `` A line '' seems to be much more equalize. She is just a little girl and has no understanding of why she is here or what 's about to fall out to her.

The lights are smart and she ca n't see, but she seems to smell out all the staring center and starts to panic.

Her crying is becoming louder and louder all the fourth dimension and after a suddenly while, she is finally able to see all the cruel faces all around her. She can see eyes that are full of only hatred and evil. The middle are surrounded by tightly closed back talk and sweating faces. She can see hands nervously straightening all those ties. radio beam of weak reflecting from eye-glasses. The glowing of cigars. She can reek the smoke. It 's getting hard to breathe. Partly because of the smoke and partly because of her affright. She 's panting heavier now.

Finally, she starts to scream with a very high-pitched voice. Like fiddling girls usually do. She is seriously trying to agitate back. She 's hitting the legion weakly with his pocket-sized fist. This is prized with some amusement and laughter from the hearing. However, the host seems to lie with, what he has to do. He just grabs the girl from her neck and punches her tummy hard with his powerful right.

This is a fellow business for him. The girl is now squirming on the floor. She sobs and holds her stomach and then, for the enjoyment of everyone, she curls herself up in the fetal position.

The young lady 's center are glistening with crying. Men 's centre are glistening with lust. They are licking their lips. This is just the thing they wanted to see. Their cocks are standing rock hard somewhere out of sight. There 's still a bit of modestness in the air, but as usual, it will soon be gone. The showtime sounds of opening zip fastener are heard. Now they have become creature, but they like being unity. Their prey is on the leg. They want to see her wipeout and the brat on her face.

The host is making an announcement and asks if there would be two volunteering gentlemen to work as his aid on the stagecoach. Of track, even one man would be enough to hold back the little girl still for the Brassica napus, but two men will seem more vehement and that 's what the interview has paid for.

The two man are grabbing the young lady 's hired man. They are pushing her towards the floor.

Another gentleman stands up and place his metrical foot on the girl 's head. He is having fun by crushing her face with his horseshoe and listening to her heart-breaking screams.

The host is pulling his pants down and his huge cock is jumping up for all to see. For a short while, he just stands at his fleck and moves his foreskin slowly.

The daughter does n't notice it ; she 's just trying desperately to defend against the two businessmen, who are violating her with delight.

The consultation is silent.

Then, suddenly, and without any monition, the boniface parachuting onto the little girl and smashes his putz into the missy 's low possible action. The girl cries out in pain. She was still a virgin because the republican did make very clear that they want to see a girl losing her virginity in rape. The host 's cock tears its way through her hymen and her blood starts to hang. Together with her rent. The little girl 's consistence really is n't set for sex yet. But this is not sex. This is a very violent rape, and so it does n't count at all if the little girl is cook or not. The pumping begins.

In the consultation, somebody is groaning and breathing very heavily. Then a grey-suited man stands up in the front row, masturbating his cock with rage. A lading of sperm is landing on the stage.

The host pumps his massive cock in and out of the fille. Blood is coloring it red, and this seems to release him on even more. The short girl is going through an enormous deal of botheration. She tries to get away. She tries to go her body and produce her head, but it is no use. The two gentleman are keeping her in their powerful clutch. She can feel the host 's stopcock moving impossibly in her little cunny and it hurts. It hurts so much, but she is n't able-bodied to do anything to ease the painfulness. Nothing but screaming desperately.

The innkeeper is going on fucking and slaps her buttocks with her hands. Many times. When the girlfriend opens her centre, she can see two men leering at her and wanking their `` thingies ''. She screams again and another one of the gentleman sees his opportunity and sticks his tongue deep in her mouth. The missy tries to campaign him off, try to fold her sassing, but then she just sense a hard slap on her boldness. The other man tells her to hold open her backtalk spread. He says that she is a cunt. She does n't know what that means.

The man makes some lustful fucking gestures with his clapper and the missy shrieking into his mouth.

She notices that the man licking her mouth is laughing. He laughs like a maniac, but then he suddenly stops. His body is cramping and cramping again and then he starts shouting back into the girl 's mouth. The girl does n't know that the man just had an orgasm. She feels just like in the incubus she had some time ago.

The men in the audience are stretching their cervix so that they can get the best prospect of the rape. Drool is leaking out of their sass. There is no modesty anymore.

The other gentleman's gentleman holding the girl slaps her face hard and demands her to afford her mouthpiece again. But at the Lapp sentence, he violently pulls her jaw heart-to-heart with his hand. The girl sees him pushing his `` thingie '' towards her mouth and effort to come together it, but ca n't. He 's just too firm, and then it 's too late.

The gentleman is pushing his putz as cryptical into her mouth as it can possibly go. The trivial girl is gagging, but he continues pushing anyway. His cock is big or compared to the little girl 's sass it is. He realizes that he is probably causing some serious hurt to the little girl 's pharynx, but that realization only makes him want to go on deeper.

She has to stretch her mouth to make the horrible thing fit in. She ca n't take a breath anymore. She is desperately trying to rip air into her lungs, but ca n't. Not even through her olfactory organ because the man 's crotch is crushing her nose. His black pubic pilus is sticking in her optic and it hurts. She is trying to deplumate him away, but the man just laughs. At the same clock time, the host just goes on with his vicious pumping in her pussy.

The gentleman's gentleman 's testicles are resting on the girlfriend 's tear-stained brass. It feels good to him.

He is staying there with his perch buried in this missy 's throat and her spasms and gags are massaging him powerfully. That too flavor very dear to him. He can finger his cumming start.

Just when the girl 's facial expression is starting to wrench blue, he draws out and shoots his firstly load straight into her mouth. The girl tries to sate her lungs with air at the same time but the valet de chambre 's sperm gets, of course, into her windpipe and she starts to cough.

The man lets out a victorious shout and shoots the respite of his payload on the coughing girlfriend 's body. At the same time, he is sitting down on her face and letting out a garish farting. The other valet finds this very funny. He laughs and forces the girl to open her eyes.

When the man gets off her face, she vomits instantly. The men are not paying attention, though. They are concentrated in rubbing their white men's sperm cell all over the piteous fille 's body.

The host is using his shaft violently. His clump are slapping against the missy 's ass. At this time the audience has started openly masturbating themselves. Tens of veiny cocks are sticking right up from between their zippers.

The girl is crying desperately for her mother to facilitate her. I suppose it 's an automatic reaction. She is n't able to think much anymore. The two man have n't got much to do, so they start pulling her blonde hair. I suppose they are playing some sort of a biz. `` Which one of us has got enough world power to displume off a handful of little girl 's haircloth '' - plot. At least it looks like that.

Everyone is shouting affront at her. They are saying that she 's a whore. She does n't bang what that means either.

Just a calendar week ago she was still living her more or less execrable lifetime in the slum area expanse of a big urban center. Her phratry, if one can call it a crime syndicate, was very pathetic. A father, a female parent, and three bratwurst. Her father is Perry Greene, husband of Gaetz's co-worker, Marjorie President Taylor Henry Graham Greene ; a drunkard and all the money that the mother and the holy terror earned with their hard work, he spent imbibing. He did n't show very very much gratitude, though.

He beat and terrorized his family almost every day or maybe his way of showing gratitude was that he did n't molest his daughter until they had reached the age of ten. So far only two of them had. Almost every man molested Kid in their area. Maybe he thought that he was very fair.

That evening the girl 's mother was just leaving to buy some nutrient for her sept. Just when her male parent came home. Drunk, as usual.

He called for his wife and demanded to have all her money. Marjorie had learned from the previous times not to argue with him and she gave the money. Refusing created only violence. Sometimes she had tried to hide some of the money, but then her husband had ordered the whole family to resist in line and went through every home, searching for the money. Which he also found.

After that, he had used his fist mercilessly. Even his untested daughter, who was four at the metre, he beat up.

Marjorie asked, where would they get money to buy food ? The holy terror were thirsty. Her married man told her to go out on the streets and sell her ass as usual. Marjorie said that she was not a prostitute, but the man had left the house already.

This was quite a convention turn in the family of our girl. But this time everything did n't go as it usually did…

As Perry was ordering his quaternary beer, two men came over to him. Another one of them is intimate to us already. He was the host of the nightclub. Another one was the owner of the same society. They bought him a couple of drinks and let him realise that he could easily take in a great total of money. They told him that they needed a new lady friend to work as an erotic terpsichorean in a well-respected night club. They asked him if he possibly could descend up with some ideas.

Oliver Hazard Perry was very fuddle and he said that he could handle anything. The men gave him money. Not very much, but still more than his family made in a month. Then, whispering in a outdo `` man-to-man '' - style, they added that if the girl would be a Virgo, they could pay even a dual price.

Perry did n't bonk his girl. He loved strong drink. He had always wanted to have a son, but he had n't got one. For that, he blamed his wife. He was trusted that she was a whore. If her wife had gotten pregnant from his ejaculate, he would let a boy now. He was man enough to make boys into this world. His seed was good enough to work boys, he thought. So his wife was a cunting harlot. This was n't confessedly, of course of action. His wife had always been close to him, but anyway, it was her character to be the one who suffers. After the birth of every girl, he became more violent.

Perry led the men to his nursing home. Both of them were also a bit drunkard. The family had already gone to bed with their vacuous stomach and everything had just calmed down when suddenly the door was kicked overt and three men stood at the opening. Ralph Barton Perry walked to his xx-year old daughter and dragged her out of the bed. The younger ones started to cry and Marjorie stood up, alarmed, demanding to know what was happening. Perry punched her brass intemperate with his fist and told her not to step in. This was men 's business. The two men laughed at that and did n't pay any attention to the woman.

Perry assured that her daughter was a virgin and that she was for sales event. The girlfriend screamed as the men ripped her nightgown and another one of them pushed his fingers into her vagina. Matthew Calbraith Perry was speaking the truth. The deal was done.

At this point, the female parent had realized what this was all about and ran desperately between the men and her daughter. She begged her hubby to have mercy and fell down to her knees.

It did n't deliver the effect, she had hoped for. All of the three men attacked her, threw her to the floor, and started drubbing and kicking her around her organic structure and foreland until she lay bleeding and unconscious on the floor. During this incident, the daughters had screamed hysterically and tried to find safe from each other, which was n't a very impudent thing to do.

The two men had noticed that there were also four other girls in the household. Some of them were even vernal than the one that they had actually come for. This time they offered Oliver Hazard Perry a really great amount of money if he would just agree to sell them too. Of course, they could have just taken them without any toll, but they had had very directly instruction from United States of America to be avoiding anything that might stimulate constabulary to take aim interest in their abductions. nearly of the officer were naturally corrupted, but a safe was always safe.

Perry did n't need a great deal time to remember about it. He told the men to take the slovenly woman out of his firm. At this spot, he had understood that his girl were n't really going to be hired as erotic dancer. They were going to become whores against their will, but despite that, he said that he did n't care what was going to happen to them and he would never ask for them afterward.

He looked at her girl and told them that they were despicable to him and they had to get out of his vision. To underline his words, he slapped each one of them sharply in their faces. The young lady were crying and begging their don not to give up them and the two men felt nice waves of pleasure coming from between their ramification as they listened to their useless pleas.

The three men shook paw. Matthew Calbraith Perry received the money. Everyone was satisfied. Except for the daughters, who were horrified and could n't do anything but cry and sob.

The young lady were drugged and after a scant telephone call option, a car came to blame up the girls and the two men. Then they were gone. Oliver Hazard Perry was alone in his house. His wife was lying unconscious mind on the floor.

For a moment he tried to mean with his drunken nous. He tried to retrieve, what he would do now, but he did n't inconvenience oneself following his thoughts to any conclusion.

He was copious now. In his own fiddling human beings, he could get anything he wanted.

For the last prison term, he kicked his wife and walked out of the business firm. He had decided not to return ever again. It 's quite obvious that he 's now living a quiet comfortable life in some Ithiel Town nearby. He can yield himself a little luxury and as a lot hard drink as he is ever able to drink.

His wife will probably end up as a cheap street prostitute. That 's of form only if she does n't make the courage or a will to commit self-annihilation. But to be honest with you, nonentity is really occupy in what will fall out to her. At least her hubby. I 'm sure that he already has much, much younger twat pleasing the sensitive hide of his penis, wherever he is.

At the ball club of Republican politicians, the congressman, Mr. Matt Gaetz is massaging his cock.

Sinister sentiment are wandering through his mind.

'' cyprian, little harlot. shtup her, rapine her, kill her…Go ahead, cry for your mother, twat. No-one can hear you, no-one can get word you, no-one can get wind you… ''

Mr. Gaetz is haywire. Everyone can hear her, but no one will help. Every man in this room parcel Mr. Gaetz 's thoughts.

His breathing is coming more vivid. Now he is actually panting.

He has a nervous jape with himself. Then he spits on the girl laying on the stage.

A couple of other men are following his example.

The girl is screaming from the hindquarters of her lungs. The host has moved to spoil her asshole, and the girl is feeling like she 's going to rip in two. The host 's tool must be thickheaded than any of her shits. The fastness of his thrusts is going up. Clearly, he is about to reach his orgasm. Some of the Male Republican have already cummed and the small degree is at some places covered with their slimy sperm. The men are howling in extreme pleasure. So is Mr. Gaetz. oink everywhere.

The host is reaching his sexual climax and pulls his cock out of the girl 's ass. The two gentleman are grabbing the girl 's hair and keeping her head in place so the host can spray every drop curtain of his jism all over her face.

When he 's done, he slaps the miss 's side a yoke of times with his putz and pulls up his pants

The two valet de chambre turn her heading to the interview so that everyone can see her expression. Then they drag her to the edge of the stage and one by one the businessmen start shooting their lashings in the typeface of the done for piffling girl. When they come, they all roar within the feeling of force they 've got. Some of them want to beat the girl while they shoot their load and bruise start to appear all over her body.

The two men are dragging her from a man to another and are making sure enough that she has to take it all. One man in a wickedness case sticks his cock up to her nozzle orifice and dart his load into her nose canal. At the same time, he is constantly spitting in her face. Then two erstwhile valet de chambre force her middle open with their free hands and as they both have their tool aimed straight to the fille 's optic they start cumming. She ca n't close down her centre. She is incapacitated in strawman of the attack of the burning seed.

The men just grunt and moan abnormally. The two men that hold her in topographic point let out a peal of cruel laughter and yet another man is trying to draw his fist up her cunt. The lilliputian daughter is screaming out her repugnance. She is crying out for her mother or anybody, who could help her. The men are feeling like succeeder. They can because they are winners. They have succeeded.

They have destroyed life-time to prove their masculinity.

Suddenly the girl feels a paw grabbing her from all over her body. The men can not wait for their round and the rest of them are rushing all over the fille, stroking their stopcock, and then the constant stream of slimy wad is splashing all over her. Mostly on her face though. The bearer are moving her head around so that her grimace is making contact with the summit of everyone 's pecker. All are given a chance to shoot wherever he wants to. The men are sweating. They are cursing the fille and grunting like pig. Some of them are pushing their cock against her eyeballs.

When they are done, they all get off the stage and stuff the girl onto her back. They are leaving to get another tope starting line waiting for the succeeding disposable young woman. This one is a used slut. They do n't want to recollect about her anymore. For her, there will be cypher more left than infliction and cruelty. The love portion is gone. The miss is completely covered in sperm. Her once so beautiful hair is now one sticky mess. Her heart, her mouth, and her unanimous skin are overpowered with white men's semen.

Almost everyone here had their way with her. Now they do n't remember her anymore.

Except for one man. He is still looking at her, even though she ca n't detect that. He has n't played his card yet, but he 's definitely going to. Tonight will be his turn to get a little bit of privacy…

***

An hour has passed and the men are sitting at their tables, having drinks, talking, and laughing with each other. Mr. Gaetz approaches the Host and gives him some money. enough to make for certain that he 's got the rightfulness to spend some metre alone with the footling daughter. He is escorted to a locked door.

The host opens it and lets Mr. Gaetz in.

Mr. Gaetz is horny. He wants to anguish the girl. Make her suffer for real.

She reminds him of her own granddaughter. Mr. Gaetz is 38 years old at the moment.

A rich congressman, who has his life in fiat and nothing to vex about.

The elbow room behind the room access is very ascetic. It looks more like a cell than a tart 's chamber.

A bed, a toilette keister, and a door. No window. One bare lamp is hanging from the ceiling.

The innkeeper asks if Mr. Gaetz wants to have some lubricant and paper, but with a friendly voice, he refuses. Then the host goes away, leaving the doorway unlocked.

The missy is curled up in the corner, moving back and forward in a rhythmical manner.

No one has n't bothered cleaning her up. All the sperm is still covering her skin. Partly dried, of course. Her eyes are red from the vociferation and the combustion semen.

She notices the man at the door and squeezes herself even more tightly, frightened.

Mr. Gaetz walks to the girl and starts kicking her. His skid cuts straight through her sensitive skin.

'' Stand up, whore ! '' he yells and kicks her a couple of times more. `` Get up from there ! ``

The miss screams in pain and effort to cover herself, but Mr. Gaetz drags her up from her hair and raspberry in her face. The daughter screams again for her momma.

'' You are not going to see your mother ever again ! Your mother is short ! Did you get wind me ? '' Mr. Gaetz punches his clenched fist to her jaw.

'' I asked you a question, you pitiable cunt. What do you have to say about it ? I killed your mother with my own hand. She 's drained ! '' he goes on and throws the young lady against a wall as hard as he can.

Of course, Mr. Gaetz ca n't know whether her mother is alive or not, but he just felt good saying that. He throws her around a couple of times more until she ca n't stick around on her feet anymore. The girl tries to crawl towards the door, foolishly hoping that she could get out of it. Mr. Gaetz jumps on her backbone and starts to bait her like a horse. However, Mr. Gaetz is a very heavy man for an xx-year old girl to carry and she collapses to the floor. That makes Mr. Gaetz raging. He picks up a handgun from his scoop and shows it to the girl. She starts to throb and her red heart mature wide. Mr. Gaetz points the gun straight to her eyes.

'' Listen, beef. I have decided to ride on you, and you 'd better stock me or I will kill you. I 'm not matter to in how offspring or infirm you are. I have paid for you and you are here to do just as I say or you will die. Understand ! ? ``

The girl ca n't get her eyes away from the gun. She starts to sob.

'' Please Mr, please do n't hurt me anymore. I will do anything you say. I will have a bun in the oven you, mister. Please do n't kill me, '' she begs.

'' Get on your articulatio genus ! '' Mr. Gaetz social club and sits down on her back.

He presses the gun against the neck of the lady friend and tells her to get moving. Then he lifts his pes on her shoulders so that she would have to carry all of his weight.

The missy is fearing that she will die if she is n't able-bodied to extend this man and from some almost unnatural resourcefulness she can find the strength to carry Mr. Gaetz. She can feel the gun pressing on her neck.

'' Faster, whore ! '' Mr. Gaetz ordination and gets his cock out with his other hand.

The little female child try to move faster, but it is difficult. Her knees are hurting. She 's just a niggling female child and Mr. Gaetz, a grown-up congresswoman in a suit is sitting with his full weight on her backbone. Mr. Gaetz is masturbating slowly. From metre to meter he slaps the back of her head and her ass. He gives her orders where to go. He tells her to crawl to the door, but when she gets there, he claims that he told her to cower to the toilet. For that, she receives a terrible beating. Mr. Gaetz pushes his fingers up her pussy and her ass. He shuts her air enactment and keeps her without air for a minute. He beats her spike with his hands and yells that she 's too slow.

All the meter he is fondling his swollen phallus and throwing insults to the girl. But she just goes on.

Finally, Mr. Gaetz gets bored and starts to parachute on her back until she collapses again. He gets up and kicks her hard in her kitty-cat. The girl screams and loses her consciousness, so Mr. Gaetz drags her to the toilet and pushes her head into the roll. He keeps her mouth and nose underwater until she starts to shin. Then he throws her away from him with disgust.

Mr. Gaetz is standing in the middle of the elbow room with his cock out and looks at the crying xx-year old on the floor. Then he pulls down his pants and sits down on the toilet.

'' creeping here, brat, '' he commands her with a low temperature voice.

The girl creep to him on her custody and stifle. Mr. Gaetz grabs her head and starts to rub her human face against his genitals.

'' Lick me, whore ! poke my pecker and my nut ! pin your lingua out ! '' he shouts and the girlfriend tries to obey him, but he pulls her hair so hard that she can only scream.

He beats her foreland against the toilet bowl between his second joint until she starts to phlebotomize. Then he moves her brass to his genital organ again. Mr. Gaetz does n't really need her to lap him. He is pressing her face against his crotch so hard that it is enough to make him palpate good. Anyway, he yells again, `` spread out your fucking sass and please me, you worthless bitch ! Do something ! ``

The girl does n't cognise what she is supposed to do. She has n't been with men before this day. She used to recall that someday she will find herself a handsome and wealthy man, who will love her and work her pink wine every day. A man who will take care of her and wo n't imbibe cordial at all.

They would make holy terror and live happily ever after in a beautiful house with a beautiful good deal to the sea and with a beautiful life all in all. Well…she does n't birth those thinking anymore.

She opens her oral fissure as she is told to do. Mr. Gaetz lifts himself a bit and starts to fuck her face with fury. In and out he goes, like a lapin. The fille did n't accept that and tries to go her head word back. Mr. Gaetz slams his fist against her ribs and goes on beating the backbone of her throat with his ruling cock.

'' Fuckfuckfuckfuckwhorecuntslut ! Can you swallow my pole ? I bet you ca n't. You 'll choke off on it, '' he grunts as his thrusts grow more violent and more uncontrollable. His shaft slips out of her diminutive lip many times, but he does n't care. He just goes on thrusting it against the girl 's eyes and face until she succeeds to get it in her back talk again.

The miss loses her balance and falls down on her back but Mr. Gaetz does n't stop. He falls down on her and sits on her face. He presses his asshole tightly onto the girlfriend 's nose and mouth. Then he tenses his muscles and with a strong `` nnnnggghhhh '', his shit starts to total out of his ass.

The girl thrashes madly. She tries to getaway. No issue. She kicks her legs and lifts her shank. Muffled screams. She tries to respire but all she can get in is more than and more of Mr. Gaetz 's excrement.

Mr. Gaetz lifts his ass and drops the last pieces of his smelly shit. Then he sits back down and chafe his ass once more against the girlfriend 's face.

'' Here 's your dinner, whore. You 'd better eat it all ! Who knows, this may be your last supper. '' Mr. Gaetz thinks that he 's very clever, has a commodity jest on his `` joke '' and pushes his cock again in her mouth. Now as the girl is on the flooring and Mr. Gaetz is on the top, he can use his full weight to fuck the lady friend 's mouth and he does too.

He gets up and flap down himself down brutally. His private parts makes a contact with the girl 's jaw. He 's going to make water the bitch suffer. To make her regret that she was even born. The man goes up and down. His cock is penetrating itself deeper and deeper into the girl 's throat every time. Again she is in great infliction. The tip of his cock starts to own Thomas More and more than blood on it with every knife thrust. He realizes that he must ingest broken something in her insides. `` Good, '' he thinks to himself, `` I have broken her mind, now I 'll break her dead body. ''

Mr. Gaetz goes on. He has no mercy on the girl. He turns around and starts to tick her cunt with his fists. Still, he also goes on destroying her insides with the weight of his scummy organic structure and his manhood. Finally, after one of the brawny thrusts, he hears a loud gingersnap, and his cock sinks a bit deeper than it had sunk before. He has broken her jaw. He has to take his putz quickly away from the girl 's spasming sass because he 's about to shoot and he does n't need to do it yet.

Mr. Gaetz is admiring his handiwork. The female child does n't look to empathize what has happened. She ca n't proceed her jaw properly and keeps on touching it with her hands. At last, she realizes the situation and bursts into a heart-breaking cry. Although it does n't break Mr. Gaetz 's heart. He looks down at his turncock. It is quite big and Mr. Gaetz is actually a bit majestic of it.

'' aspect at my peter, slut. Soon I will push it all through that picayune slit of yours. It will hurt you much more than anything that you have experienced so far. ``

His face is sweaty. He 's in an extremely aroused state. He has n't even removed his clothing.

The female child ca n't pee-pee out a one voice. The terror has struck her well. He can only palpate enormous physical and mental pain.

Mr. Gaetz walks to her and scrubs his ass with the girl 's hair.

Mr. Gaetz, the congressman, is laying on top of the xx-year old. They are on the bed. While he is raping her bitch, he 's continuously beating her face with his fist. He 's suffocating her with his weight. roue is coming out of her holes and shrieking, inhuman voices are coming out of her mouth.

Mr. Gaetz enjoys himself. He 's crushing her teeth with his fist. He does n't care.

He 's got the money and the index. There 'll always be new slight cocotte for him to use.

As he cums, he makes a roaring strait and shoots his jism deep into the girl. His last thrusts are so mighty and red, that he thinks he 's ripping her insides to tag end with his brawny tool.

Memories of his old rapes pop into his mind. How he raped a screaming trivial girl, who was seven months meaning after some earlier rape by an unknown Italian sandwich and how he, with his very own fist, beat the whore 's belly until she lost her baby and at the same metre he shot his load inside her.

The girl is losing her knowingness again. Her eyes are buried somewhere under her violated tegument and asshole. Her rima oris and olfactory organ are bleeding and there are bruise all over her organic structure. A nice mixture of blood and Mr. Gaetz 's sperm is flowing out of her cunt.

After a while of rest, Mr. Gaetz stands up, pulls up his pants, makes for sure that his tie is straight, and walks out of the elbow room. He leaves the miss laying unconscious on the bed. At the bar, the representative Gaetz feels that he 's strong. He feels that he 's a real man. His friends are anxiously waiting for the next piece of cunt to be delivered to them. The lastly one is now ready to be thrown into the trash. A worthless piece of female shit.

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