It was a beautiful day, blue skies and dappled sunlight filtering through the tree to light the forest floor. The path to the swim hollow was specialise and wind, almost overgrown in piazza. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The whole panorama was one of peace and serenity.

The 1st clue that something might be amiss were the clothes that lay on the path. A man 's dungaree, shirt, shoes and underwear were placed carefully on a plot of ground of smoke. Scattered more carelessly in the dirt were a torn, chickenhearted floral bikini top, and what had been a pair of cut-off denim trunks. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no more than a firearm of rag. A few white buttons were also scattered around the ground.

The grounds for this unusual panorama lay respective hundred meters away, not along the itinerary, but off to one side in the Grant Wood. While birds tweeted peacefully in the Tree overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for intimation, struggling to get enough atomic number 8 to her tiring legs.

Terror pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Her white blouse, now completely devoid of buttons, flew out behind her like a cape. The lower branches of the trees and shrubs were lashing her au naturel boob, as they bounced wildly with each stone's throw. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could pick up 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 thong one-half of her flowered bikini.

It was quite an arousing ken for Mount Logan Paul. Completely naked, his vast 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 moment, he wanted her more than he 'd ever wanted any pussycat before.

He imagined how she 'd squirm and groan when he impaled her on his ten-inch monster. Young cleaning woman were always fun that way, virtually of them had never seen a decent sized pecker, let alone had one stuck up them. He shook his nous to clear the images. `` Got ta catch the gripe first, '' he thought.

behind him he could pick up his buddy RiceGum crashing through the woods, trying to take hold of up with them.

***

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

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

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

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

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

Neither of them said a word though, it was as if they did n't even hear her. The man standing in forepart of her started to run his paw over her tit. Zoella swung her infantry up, trying to kick back him in the balls, but he avoided the bump 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 bear in mind, but I can tell you now you wo n't care the grueling way. Understand ? ``

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising thing would be spoiled for her if she fought them. The man released her tits and grabbed hold of the straw man of her blouse. Pulling both deal apart he sent the button flying, and brought her skimpy two-piece top into view.

That did n't harbor her for yearn though, one quick Northerner, and he held it up in the air like a trophy in his hand. He stared at her tit like they were the idealistic prize, then her two-piece 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 fantastical, she 'd always been lofty of her breast, big and firm, no touch of sag. Men always went wild over them, but they 'd never groped them without her permit. Now this guy was pawing them with no regard for her protests.

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

Zoella loved it when her beau played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this bastard felt he could just tear her clothes off and dribble all over her titty whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his teeth, nipping her chassis, and grinding across her teat. She cried out after one particularly cruel sharpness and tried again to quetch him.

She knew she 'd done the wrong thing though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his back air pocket. With an furious tone on his face he pressed the flat of the vane against her tender left titty. 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 here and now then growled, `` restrain still. '' He lowered the knife to her waist, then slid it between her shorts and peel and began hacking through the material, cutting down one leg of the shorts until it flapped free. He did the same to the former position then, and Zoella 's drawers fell to the ground. She still wore her thong but was acutely aware of her naked ass pressing against the hard prominence of the man behind her.

The knife was put to the ground then, and the man 's apparel soon followed as he stripped off in front of her. She gasped as his large cock sprang unfreeze, already fully upright. She 'd scan stories 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 tight cunt.

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

At eye level the enormous cock looked even prominent, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could give him a cock sucking, sure, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd want to make out that thing up her cunt, and Zoella did n't suppose she could care that, it would probably tear her touchy purulent apart.

'' You know what to do backbite, 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 hammer in battlefront of her, back and Forth. He stepped forward, the mind of his cock now barely touching Zoella 's lips, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his second joint. His cock pressed more insistently against her lips now and Zoella knew she had to make her move. Grabbing him behind the knees with both mitt she pulled forward sharply, at the Lapplander time pushing against him with her head word. His dick mashed up against her fount, 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 former man trip and capitulation on the pants around his ankle, then she was in the woods, crashing through Dubya, desperately fleeing from the giant cock.

***

She was n't fast enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branches, and she 'd tripped and fallen down various fourth dimension. Mount Logan Alice Paul grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd lay down it knockout 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 reason. His prick was nestled comfortably between her nice round ass nerve, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd gas her finally chance. There was no way to stop them from raping her now.

Logan Saul of Tarsus grabbed hold of her brunet ponytail and yanked her foreland backwards, `` Nice try bitch, but you 'll repent it. I 'm gon na induce your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't stand for 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 hurt too often. She was soon to find oneself out she was right.

Her arms were tugged backwards as Mount Logan Saint Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the face. He grabbed the spinal column of her G-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her cunt as he lifted her hips off the ground. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few times, then she grunted as the stuff gave way and she hit the ground again.

Then Logan Paul hauled her to her ft using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the nearest big tree, typeface first. Pressing her against it with one hired hand on her pep pill back, he kicked her understructure 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 battle were vain. Logan Paul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his legs as he did so. She screamed as her rigorous sphincter gave way to the vicious assault, and she felt herself lifted off the flat coat as her ass was stretched by the huge monster.

Mount Logan Saul groaned with pleasure at the sensation. The hot niggling brunette was struggling wildly with exclusively half his cock up her ass. God, she was so mingy. He watched in delight as her struggles resulted in More of his putz sliding up her. He slammed forward once more, burying himself in her to the hilt, as she screamed again.

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

Zoella 's moans 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 Paul. ``

Logan Saul of Tarsus was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the ease of his wearing apparel. Zoella 's watchword had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His speed consistence was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her pap into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. `` Stuck between a cock and a hard station, '' Logan Paul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the ground by his thrusts, legs flailing as she tried to indorse herself, tried to stop the Brobdingnagian cock from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in pain, nuisance in her ass from the huge cock that was fucking it, and pain in her tits as they were scraped up against the bumpy bark of the tree.

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his cock jutting out as it waited to bear its turn of events with Zoella 's organic structure. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Paul, there 's decent holes for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan Paul was only too felicitous to part with his C. H. Best friend, so he wrapped his arms around Zoella and stepped away from the Tree. Keeping her impaled on his dick, he turned to present RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, most of her free weight resting on the cock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her legs up and out, as Logan Paul hugged her against him, his custody gripping her tits. RiceGum grabbed her buttocks in his hand, taking most of her weight unit as he guided his dick into her cunt. With the head of his peter parting her delicate twat lips he thrust, filling her pussycat with one stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the cockeyed young cunt gripped his dick.

The pain sensation of her first double penetration made Zoella squirm, giving even more pleasance to the men who filled her jam. They set about fucking her then, pumping their dick in and out of her hot, young body. Zoella was n't the first female child that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their rhythm method. They pushed and pulled the girl between them, coordinating their drive so that as one pulled out, the early would flap down in.

The woods were filled with a cacophony of auditory sensation, as Zoella 's moan, belly laugh and shout mingled with the savage grunt of the men who each tried to do outdo the other in condition of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a tawdry cry, Logan Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his dick deep inside her, as Logan Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and get down back. As Logan Saul of Tarsus finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing girl, `` There, there honey, it 's all rightfield, my dicks still hard for you. ``

rental her tie-up then, he let his cock slip out of her cunt. 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 sleep together 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 Apostle Paul 's cum into his deal, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's typeface and through her fuzz. The reaction he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to shield her human face, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed detention of her ponytail and pulled her head up. Holding his other script up to her mouth he ordered, `` Lick it light. ``

Zoella could n't bring herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her sass shut, hoping he 'd just feed up. She thought he had too when he let go of her hair, but then he picked up a big stick off the undercoat and held it in front of her. `` Lick my hand clean and jerk, squawk, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll stuff this pin so far up your ass, you 'll be able to savor 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 penchant made her grimace, but she knew she had to continue. As she licked his hand, she felt his cock nudging once again between her cunt lips.

When his manus moved down and grabbed postponement of her pelvis she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her twat. Supporting herself on her hands and knees, she took his cock like a dog. She felt his men reach out to hold on her tits then, using them almost like handgrip to add even to a greater extent power to the vicious pounding he was giving her.

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

Logan Saint Paul pushed his dick between her rim, stifling a moan. Zoella 's eyes shot heart-to-heart in surprise, but she knew honest than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her mouth, Logan Saul timed his thrusts with RiceGum, this sentence thrusting in synchrony, so that her sassing and twat were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the cover of her throat, but she was helpless. Mount Logan Paul had both of his hands on the English of her head, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her tits and impaled her from behind. No attention was paid to her cramp cries as she struggled to get enough air past the huge dick that filled her mouth.

Both men fucked her roughly, using her puss and rima oris as if they owned them, not caring at all for the smell of the girl they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten his grip on her titmouse, squeezing them painfully as his whole soundbox stiffened, then he exploded with a ebullition of cum filling her pussy. Logan Paul fucked her cheek for about another minute, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` Drink my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her oral cavity with his foul splooge. As the putz were pulled from her abused eubstance, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the priming, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's pace leaving her tail end, heading back to collect their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't resist one Thomas More taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the woods, `` Same time tomorrow, slut ? ``

ENDIt was a beautiful day, blue skies and dappled sunlight filtering through the tree to illuminate the forest flooring. The path to the swimming fix was pin down and winding, almost overgrown in position. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The solid picture was one of pacification and serenity.

The first clue that something might be amiss were the wearing apparel that lay on the path. A man 's blue jean, shirt, place and underclothes were placed carefully on a patch of grass. Scattered more carelessly in the grime were a torn, yellow floral bikini top, and what had been a twosome of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no More than a art object of rag. A few white push button were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this unusual scene lay several hundred meters away, not along the track, but off to one slope in the woods. While birds tweeted peacefully in the Tree overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breathing time, struggling to get enough O to her tiring legs.

scourge pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the trees. Her White blouse, now completely devoid of buttons, flew out behind her like a cape. The lower ramification of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and bush were lashing her raw breasts, as they bounced wildly with each dance step. She knew she could n't retard down though, she could try him just behind her, gaining on her with every pace. Her smooth shapely legs flashed in the sunlight, defenseless seat clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining g-string half of her floral bikini.

It was quite an arousing sight for Mount Logan Paul. Completely naked, his Brobdingnagian tool 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, Pres Young ass. At that bit, 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 lusus naturae. Young women were always fun that way, about of them had never seen a decent sized dick, let alone had one stuck up them. He shook his head to pass the images. `` Got ta catch the kick first, '' he thought.

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

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this fall out to her ? On holiday from work, she 'd been coming up to the swim hole every day to relax in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite comfortable wearing her nearly daring two-piece, even going topless sometimes to get a good tan on her breasts, her boyfriend would care that when she got back to work.

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

Their smiles were friendly, and they stepped to either position of the way to countenance her to pass. The path was very nail down 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 devote him something to call up about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

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

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

Neither of them said a word though, it was as if they did n't even hear her. The man standing in front of her started to run his hands over her breasts. Zoella swung her foot up, trying to kick him in the Lucille Ball, but he avoided the black eye and immediately gave both her breasts a cruel squeeze, causing Zoella to scream.

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

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising things would be worse for her if she fought them. The man released her breast and grabbed hold of the presence of her blouse. Pulling both hands apart he sent the buttons flying, and brought her lean bikini top into view.

That did n't screen her for long though, one quick Yankee-Doodle, and he held it up in the air like a trophy in his mitt. He stared at her bosom like they were the yard prize, then her bikini top fluttered to the ground as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palms he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're marvelous. ``

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

He pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, then he twist forward and began licking them, running his spit around her smooth earth, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her young man played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this dickhead felt he could just deplume her wearing apparel off and drivel all over her white meat whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his dentition, nipping her chassis, and grinding across her nipples. She cried out after one particularly cruel bite and tried again to kick him.

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

He glared at her for a here and now then growled, `` hold up still. '' He lowered the knife to her waist, then slid it between her short circuit and tegument and began hacking through the cloth, cutting down one leg of the short circuit until it flapped disengage. He did the same to the other side then, and Zoella 's shorts fell to the basis. She still wore her G-string but was acutely cognisant of her defenseless ass pressing against the hard gibbosity of the man behind her.

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

The man grinned at the expression on her aspect as he quickly finished disrobing. `` Now bitch, you 're gon na show me how no-count you are, '' he growled. `` On your knees ! '' The man gripping her sleeve let go and Zoella obediently dropped onto her knees.

At eye tier the enormous dick looked even giving, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could pass him a blowjob, sure, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd want to bang that thing up her slit, and Zoella did n't think she could handle that, it would probably tear her delicate pussy apart.

'' You know what to do bitch, get started, '' the man ordered. Behind her, Zoella heard the 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 heading of his cock now barely touching Zoella 's lips, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his second joint. His prick pressed more insistently against her lips now and Zoella knew she had to make her move. Grabbing him behind the knees with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the same sentence pushing against him with her question. 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 flat coat 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 George Walker Bush, desperately fleeing from the jumbo cock.

***

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

saltation forward he tackled her, landing on top of her as she crashed into the crude ground. His dick was nestled comfortably between her prissy troll ass impertinence, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd boast her last chance. There was no way to arrest them from raping her now.

Logan Saul grabbed cargo deck of her brunette ponytail and yanked her capitulum backwards, `` Nice try bitch, but you 'll rue it. I 'm gon na birth 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 young man had wanted that a few multiplication but she 'd always refused, she thought it would smart too much. She was soon to get hold out she was right.

Her arms were tug backwards as Logan Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. He grabbed the book binding of her G-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her twat as he lifted her hips off the ground. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few times, then she grunted as the stuff gave way and she hit the soil again.

Then Logan Paul hauled her to her understructure using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the closest big tree diagram, boldness first. Pressing her against it with one hand on her upper berth back, he kicked her feet apart and stepped between them. Bending his knees, he grinned as his dick poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her battle were futile. Logan Saint 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 criminal assault, and she felt herself lifted off the ground as her ass was stretched by the huge monster.

Logan Paul groaned with pleasure at the sensation. The hot little brunette was struggling wildly with lonesome half his pecker up her ass. God, she was so tight. He watched in delight as her struggle resulted in to a greater extent of his dick 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 confront him. `` Do you like having a big cock up your ass, honey ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

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

Mount Logan Paul was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the rest of his wearing apparel. Zoella 's cries had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper eubstance was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her teat into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. `` Stuck between a cock and a hard place, '' Logan Paul thought with a grin.

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

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his turncock jutting out as it waited to let its number with Zoella 's body. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Paul, there 's adequate fix for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan Paul was only too well-chosen to ploughshare with his better booster, so he wrapped his weapons system around Zoella and stepped away from the tree diagram. Keeping her impaled on his dick, he turned to face RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, almost of her weight resting on the cock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her legs up and out, as Logan Alice Paul hugged her against him, his hands gripping her tits. RiceGum grabbed her buttocks in his mitt, taking most of her weight as he guided his dick into her cunt. With the header of his cock parting her delicate snatch lips he thrust, filling her pussy with one stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the sozzled Pres Young cunt gripped his dick.

The pain sensation of her first replicate incursion made Zoella squirm, giving even more pleasure to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their cock in and out of her hot, young body. Zoella was n't the showtime girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their round. They pushed and pulled the daughter between them, coordinating their front so that as one pulled out, the other would mosh in.

The woods were filled with a cacophony of auditory sensation, as Zoella 's groan, belly laugh and call mingled with the furious grunt of the men who each tried to do outdo the other in damage of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a loud cry, Logan Alice Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his dick deep inside her, as Logan Saul of Tarsus pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and lower back. As Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing little girl, `` There, there beloved, it 's all right, my shaft still hard for you. ``

Letting her stand then, he let his cock slip out of her puss. He then pushed her down on to her hands and human knee, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na have it away you like a dog now, slut ! '' Zoella 's ass was forced up in the air by the log, her cum coated tush presented for RiceGum 's enjoyment.

Kneeling behind her he said, `` Maybe we should get some of this goo out of the road. '' Scooping up Logan Paul 's cum into his hands, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's facial expression and through her whisker. The response he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to harbour her face, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed handgrip of her ponytail and pulled her head up. Holding his other hand up to her lip he ordered, `` drub 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 reefer off the terra firma and held it in nominal head of her. `` salt lick my handwriting clean, bitch, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll squeeze this peg so far up your ass, you 'll be capable to taste it. ``

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

When his hands moved down and snap up grasp of her hips she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her snatch. Supporting herself on her hands and genu, she took his dick like a dog. She felt his hands reach out to grasp her bosom then, using them almost like hold to add even More power to the vicious pound he was giving her.

observation Zoella 's humiliation had made Mount Logan Alice Paul hard again. There was still one More pickle they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in strawman of her, he saw her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth gaped unfastened, emitting moans and groan with each of RiceGum 's thrusts into her pussy.

Logan Paul the Apostle pushed his pecker between her rim, stifling a moan. Zoella 's oculus shot open in surprise, but she knew better than to prick down. Pushing deeper into her mouth, Logan Paul timed his thrusts with RiceGum, this time thrusting in synchronization, so that her mouth and kitty-cat were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the rachis of her pharynx, but she was incapacitated. Logan Paul had both of his hands on the face of her brain, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her mamilla and impaled her from behind. No attention was paid to her strangled vociferation as she struggled to get adequate air past the huge peter that filled her mouth.

Both men fucked her roughly, using her cunt and oral cavity as if they owned them, not caring at all for the notion of the daughter they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten his clutch on her mamilla, squeezing them painfully as his unscathed eubstance stiffened, then he exploded with a ebullition of cum filling her pussy. Logan Saint Paul fucked her face for about another second, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` drink in my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her oral cavity with his foul splooge. As the pecker were pulled from her abused consistency, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the dry land, gasping for breathing place. She heard the men 's footsteps leaving her prat, heading back to pile up their own apparel, but RiceGum could n't resist one Thomas More taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the woods, `` Saami time tomorrow, slut ? ``

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