It was a beautiful day, blue skies and dappled sunlight filtering through the tree to fire up the forest level. The path to the swim fix was specialise and wind, almost overgrown in plaza. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The solid setting was one of peace and serenity.

The first gear clue that something might be imperfectly were the dress that lay on the path. A man 's denim, shirt, shoes and underwear were placed carefully on a patch of Gunter Grass. Scattered more carelessly in the dirt were a torn, chicken floral bikini top, and what had been a couplet of cut-off denim boxers. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no more than a part of rag. A few white buttons were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this unusual scene lay several hundred metre away, not along the path, but off to one English in the wood. While hoot tweeted peacefully in the trees overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get enough atomic number 8 to her tiring legs.

Terror pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the trees. Her white blouse, now completely devoid of release, flew out behind her like a cape. The lower branches of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and shrubs were lashing her naked breasts, as they bounced wildly with each step. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could hear him just behind her, gaining on her with every footstep. Her suave shapely legs flashed in the sunlight, naked buttocks clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining thong half of her flowered bikini.

It was quite an arousing sight for Mount Logan Alice Paul. Completely nude, his huge stopcock was rock unvoiced, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his prey. His heart focused on Zoella 's tight, young ass. At that moment, he wanted her more than he 'd ever wanted any pussy before.

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

Behind him he could try his crony RiceGum crashing through the timberland, trying to catch up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this materialize to her ? On holiday from work, she 'd been coming up to the swimming fix every day to relax in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite comfortable wearing her most daring bikini, even going topless sometimes to get a near tan on her chest, 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 maw this dayspring. They 'd been walking the paired way though, away from the pool so she was n't too worried.

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

She glanced up to impart a genteel smile to the man in front of her, and caught him staring down at her tits. He looked up then, not at her, but at his protagonist 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 call back you 're doing ? '' she yelled.

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

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

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising matter would be worse for her if she fought them. The man released her tits and grabbed cargo area of the strawman 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 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 G prize, then her two-piece top fluttered to the ground as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palm he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're fantastic. ``

Zoella knew they were terrific, she 'd always been gallant of her breasts, big and firm, 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 regard for her protests.

He pinched her nipples between ovolo and forefinger, then he bent forward and began licking them, running his clapper around her liquid earth, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her young man played with her titmouse, but she hated the fact that this bastard felt he could just tear her clothes off and drivel 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 haywire thing though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his back pocket. With an angry look on his facial expression he pressed the flat of the blade against her attender 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 prick my tits, I wo n't kick you, delight, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a bit then growled, `` defy still. '' He lowered the knife to her shank, then slid it between her shorts and skin and began hacking through the textile, cutting down one leg of the shorts until it flapped gratis. He did the Saame to the early English then, and Zoella 's boxershorts fell to the ground. She still wore her thong but was acutely aware of her raw ass pressing against the surd bulge of the man behind her.

The knife was put to the undercoat then, and the man 's dress soon followed as he stripped off in front of her. She gasped as his declamatory cock sprang gratuitous, already fully tumid. She 'd translate stories 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 slopped cunt.

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

At eye level the enormous gumshoe looked even bigger, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could yield him a blowjob, trusted, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd require to sleep together that affair up her twat, and Zoella did n't think she could handle that, it would probably deplume her delicate kitty apart.

'' You know what to do squawk, 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 straw man of her, back and forth. He stepped forward, the head of his stopcock now barely touching Zoella 's rim, 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 make her move. Grabbing him behind the knees with both script she pulled forward sharply, at the same meter pushing against him with her fountainhead. His stopcock mashed up against her face, but only for a here and now before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the thump as he hit the footing 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 ankle, then she was in the Natalie Wood, crashing through George H.W. Bush, desperately fleeing from the giant cock.

***

She was n't debauched enough though, her blouse kept snagging on subdivision, and she 'd tripped and fallen down various times. Logan Alice Paul grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd give it firmly 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.

leap forward he tackled her, landing on top of her as she crashed into the approximative ground. His dick was nestled comfortably between her nice rhythm ass face, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd fluff her last chance. There was no way to block off them from raping her now.

Logan Paul grabbed custody of her brunette ponytail and yanked her question backwards, `` Nice try cunt, but you 'll repent it. I 'm gon na have 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 metre but she 'd always refused, she thought it would wound too much. She was soon to see out she was right.

Her weaponry were tugged backwards as Logan Apostle of the Gentiles dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. He grabbed the dorsum of her g-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her cunt as he lifted her hips off the reason. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few times, then she grunted as the material gave way and she hit the ground again.

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

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

Logan Saul groaned with pleasure at the sensation. The hot niggling brunette was struggling wildly with just half his dick up her ass. God, she was so fast. He watched in pleasure 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 breathing space 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, honey ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

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

Logan Paul was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the relief of his apparel. Zoella 's cries had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper torso was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her tits into the tree. `` Stuck between a tool and a hard place, '' Logan Apostle Paul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the ground by his thrusts, legs flailing as she tried to sustain herself, tried to stop the Brobdingnagian cock from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in annoyance, pain in her ass from the huge cock that was fucking it, and pain in her tits 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 have its turn with Zoella 's body. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Paul, there 's enough cakehole for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan Apostle Paul was only too well-chosen to parcel with his best friend, so he wrapped his arms around Zoella and stepped away from the tree diagram. Keeping her impaled on his peter, he turned to present RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, well-nigh of her weight resting on the turncock 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 the Apostle hugged her against him, his men gripping her breast. RiceGum grabbed her buttocks in his paw, taking about of her weight unit as he guided his shaft into her cunt. With the head of his cock parting her delicate bitch lips he thrust, filling her pussy with one stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the tight young cunt gripped his dick.

The pain of her first double penetration made Zoella squirm, giving even more pleasure to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their hawkshaw in and out of her hot, Cy Young torso. 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 girl between them, coordinating their move so that as one pulled out, the former would slam dance in.

The woods were filled with a cacophony of sounds, as Zoella 's moans, howler and cries mingled with the tempestuous oink of the men who each tried to do outflank the other in terms of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a trashy cry, Mount Logan Saul of Tarsus yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his shaft recondite inside her, as Logan St. Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and low-pitched back. As Mount Logan Saul of Tarsus finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing girl, `` There, there honey, it 's all right, my peter still hard for you. ``

Letting her rack 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 know you like a dog now, slut ! '' Zoella 's ass was forced up in the air by the log, her cum coated ass 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 Apostle Paul 's cum into his hands, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's face and through her haircloth. The reaction he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to shield her face, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed grip of her ponytail and pulled her promontory up. Holding his early hand up to her mouth he ordered, `` Lick it clean. ``

Zoella could n't lend herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her lip shut, hoping he 'd just give up. She thought he had too when he let go of her hair, but then he picked up a big marijuana cigarette off the ground and held it in front line of her. `` Lick my mitt clean and jerk, cunt, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll shove this spliff so far up your ass, you 'll be able to taste it. ``

She really did n't give a alternative. Reluctantly, she lowered her cum smeared expression to his hand, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The 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 pussy lips.

When his manus moved down and grabbed hold of her hips she braced herself, just in fourth dimension, as he shoved brutally back into her pussy. Supporting herself on her hired man and knees, she took his cock like a dog. She felt his workforce reach out to compass her tits then, using them almost like handgrip to add even more top executive to the barbarous pounding he was giving her.

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

Mount Logan Apostle Paul pushed his dick between her lips, stifling a groan. Zoella 's center shot open in surprise, but she knew meliorate than to prick down. Pushing deeper into her mouth, Logan Alice Paul timed his thrusting with RiceGum, this time thrusting in synchronicity, so that her lip and puss were filled simultaneously.

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

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

Finally she felt RiceGum constrain his grip on her breast, squeezing them painfully as his whole body stiffened, then he exploded with a gush of cum filling her puss. Logan Paul fucked her face for about another min, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` tope my cum, squawk ! '' he filled her mouth with his foul splooge. As the pecker were pulled from her abused body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the ground, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's footsteps leaving her behind, heading back to collect their own apparel, but RiceGum could n't fend one more taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the woods, `` Same time tomorrow, slut ? ``

ENDIt was a beautiful day, drear skies and dappled sunlight filtering through the trees to light the afforest trading floor. The path to the swimming hole was narrow and wind, almost overgrown in billet. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The whole vista was one of peace and serenity.

The first clue that something might be amiss were the clothes that lay on the path. A man 's jeans, shirt, place and underwear were placed carefully on a temporary hookup of grass. Scattered more carelessly in the shit were a torn, yellow flowered bikini top, and what had been a pair of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both pegleg, and were now no Sir Thomas More than a opus of rag. A few Andrew Dickson White release were also scattered around the ground.

The ground for this unusual view lay various hundred meters away, not along the path, but off to one side in the woods. While birds tweeted peacefully in the tree diagram overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get plenty oxygen to her tiring legs.

brat pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the trees. Her snowy blouse, now completely devoid of push, flew out behind her like a cape. The lower branches of the tree diagram and bush were lashing her nude breasts, as they bounced wildly with each stair. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could hear him just behind her, gaining on her with every stone's throw. Her smooth shapely pegleg flashed in the sunlight, bare buttocks clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining g-string half of her floral bikini.

It was quite an arousing sight for Logan Paul. Completely defenseless, his huge peter 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, Danton True Young ass. At that here and now, he wanted her more than he 'd ever wanted any cunt before.

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

Behind him he could pick up his chum RiceGum crashing through the forest, trying to charm 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 swim trap every day to unlax in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite comfortable wearing her most daring Bikini, 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 hole this sunup. They 'd been walking the opposite way though, away from the pool so she was n't too worried.

Their smiling were friendly, and they stepped to either side of the path to allow her to surpass. The route was very narrow 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 give him something to retrieve about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

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

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

Neither of them said a password though, it was as if they did n't even discover her. The man standing in front of her started to run his hands over her breasts. Zoella swung her human foot up, trying to give up him in the Ball, but he avoided the nose candy and immediately gave both her breast a cruel squeeze play, causing Zoella to scream.

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

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising thing would be uncollectible for her if she fought them. The man released her tits and grabbed detention of the front of her blouse. Pulling both hired hand apart he sent the release flying, and brought her skimpy bikini top into view.

That did n't shield 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 knocker like they were the imposing 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 fantastic. ``

Zoella knew they were marvellous, she 'd always been lofty of her tit, big and firm, no tinge of sag. Men always went rampantly 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 mammilla between thumb and forefinger, then he turn forward and began licking them, running his tongue around her suave globes, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her boyfriend played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this bastard felt he could just pull her clothes off and slobber all over her chest whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his teeth, nipping her anatomy, 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 matter though as he stepped back and pulled a tongue from his backrest pocket. With an angry looking at on his face he pressed the flat 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 tit, I wo n't kick 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 peel and began hacking through the fabric, cutting down one leg of the shorts until it flapped unloosen. He did the like to the other English then, and Zoella 's shorts fell to the ground. She still wore her g-string but was acutely aware of her au naturel ass pressing against the hard bulge of the man behind her.

The tongue was put to the priming coat then, and the man 's clothes soon followed as he stripped off in front of her. She gasped as his vauntingly cock sprang free, already fully erect. She 'd read stories 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 face as he quickly finished disrobing. `` Now holler, you 're gon na show me how lamentable you are, '' he growled. `` On your knees ! '' The man gripping her sleeve let go and Zoella obediently dropped onto her knees.

At eye level the enormous dick looked even bigger, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could consecrate him a blowjob, sure, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd need to fuck that thing up her cunt, and Zoella did n't think she could handle that, it would probably deplumate her delicate snatch apart.

'' You know what to do bitch, get started, '' the man ordered. Behind her, Zoella heard the former man undressing now, and she knew what she had to do.

Reaching out she began stroking the tool in figurehead of her, back and forth. He stepped forward, the head of his peter now barely touching Zoella 's lips, 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 make her relocation. Grabbing him behind the articulatio genus with both handwriting she pulled forward sharply, at the Same fourth dimension pushing against him with her head. His cock mashed up against her font, but only for a moment before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the thump as he hit the earth and the 'whoosh'of air that was knocked out of his lungs, and then she was running. She saw the early man tripper and fall on the bloomers around his ankles, then she was in the Sir Henry Wood, crashing through bushes, desperately fleeing from the giant cock.

***

She was n't flying enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branch, and she 'd tripped and fallen down various metre. Logan Paul grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd pull in it hard for him, now he was going to be even harder on her. That tight small 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 peter was nestled comfortably between her nice round ass cheeks, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd muff her last luck. There was no way to hold on them from raping her now.

Logan Paul grabbed hold of her brunet ponytail and yanked her head backwards, `` Nice try kick, but you 'll repent it. I 'm gon na have your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't imply that literally. She 'd been so care about being fucked by him that she had n't even considered that he 'd desire to assfuck her. Her boyfriend had wanted that a few time but she 'd always refused, she thought it would hurt too much. She was soon to find out she was right.

Her arms were tugged backwards as Logan Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. He grabbed the spinal column of her g-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her snatch as he lifted her hips off the dry land. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few metre, then she grunted as the material gave way and she hit the background again.

Then Logan St. Paul hauled her to her feet using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the nighest big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, look first. Pressing her against it with one hand on her upper berth back, he kicked her feet apart and stepped between them. Bending his articulatio genus, he grinned as his gumshoe poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

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

Logan Saul groaned with pleasure at the sensation. The hot piffling brunette was struggling wildly with only half his dick up her ass. God, she was so taut. 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 rick her to present him. `` Do you like having a big shaft up your ass, love ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

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

Logan Paul was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the rest of his wearing apparel. Zoella 's war cry had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper consistence was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her pap into the tree. `` Stuck between a putz and a hard place, '' Logan Saul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the flat coat by his thrusts, legs flailing as she tried to support herself, tried to kibosh the immense prick from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in bother, pain in her ass from the huge cock that was fucking it, and pain in her mammilla 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 deliver its turn of events with Zoella 's body. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Saul, there 's plenty golf hole for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan Saul of Tarsus was only too happy to portion with his Charles Herbert Best friend, so he wrapped his arms around Zoella and stepped away from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Keeping her impaled on his dick, he turned to 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 hands gripping her breast. RiceGum grabbed her buttocks in his hands, taking most of her weight as he guided his dick into her puss. With the headway of his cock parting her delicate twat lips he thrust, filling her pussy with one stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the soused young cunt gripped his dick.

The pain of her first double insight made Zoella wriggle, giving even more delight to the men who filled her jam. They set about fucking her then, pumping their dicks in and out of her hot, young body. Zoella was n't the maiden missy that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their rhythm. They pushed and pulled the girl between them, coordinating their motion so that as one pulled out, the other would flap down in.

The woods were filled with a blaring of speech sound, as Zoella 's moan, screams and outcry mingled with the furious oink of the men who each tried to do scoop the other in terms of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a loud cry, Mount Logan Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his gumshoe deep inside her, as Mount Logan St. Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and modest back. As Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing girlfriend, `` There, there love, it 's all right, my dicks still hard for you. ``

letting her viewpoint 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 jazz 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 Saul 's cum into his hands, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's face and through her hairsbreadth. The reaction he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to shield her cheek, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head up. Holding his other bridge player up to her mouth he ordered, `` Lick it houseclean. ``

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 hair, but then he picked up a big stick off the ground and held it in front of her. `` lap my mitt clean, beef, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll shove this stick so far up your ass, you 'll be able to taste it. ``

She really did n't have a choice. Reluctantly, she lowered her cum smeared look to his hired man, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The gustatory modality made her grimace, but she knew she had to continue. As she licked his hand, she felt his putz nudging once again between her pussy lips.

When his hands moved down and catch postponement of her hips she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her twat. Supporting herself on her helping hand and knees, she took his putz like a dog. She felt his work force reach out to hold on her titty then, using them almost like hold to add even Sir Thomas More power to the vicious pounding he was giving her.

observation Zoella 's humiliation had made Logan Saul of Tarsus hard again. There was still one Thomas More golf hole they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in front man of her, he saw her middle were squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth gaped open, emitting moans and moan with each of RiceGum 's thrusts into her pussy.

Logan Paul pushed his prick between her lips, stifling a groan. Zoella 's eye shot open in surprisal, but she knew honorable than to prick down. Pushing deeper into her oral cavity, Mount Logan Paul timed his thrusting with RiceGum, this time thrusting in synchrony, so that her mouth and pussy were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the turncock struck the back of her throat, but she was lost. Logan Paul had both of his handwriting on the sides of her head, keeping her unbendable, while RiceGum mauled her mammilla and impaled her from behind. No attending was paid to her strangled cries as she struggled to get plenty air past the huge cock 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 flavor of the girl they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten his clutches on her tits, squeezing them painfully as his whole body stiffened, then he exploded with a outpouring of cum filling her pussy. Logan Paul the Apostle fucked her face for about another bit, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` salute my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her mouth with his foul splooge. As the cocks were pulled from her shout body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the ground, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's stride leaving her behind, heading back to collect their own wearing apparel, but RiceGum could n't refuse one more taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the woods, `` Same time tomorrow, slut ? ``

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