It was a beautiful day, gentle skies and dappled sunlight filtering through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to light the forest floor. The way of life to the swim trap was narrow and winding, almost overgrown in places. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The hale scene was one of peace and serenity.

The first cue that something might be amiss were the apparel that lay on the path. A man 's denim, shirt, shoe and underclothing were placed carefully on a patch of supergrass. Scattered more carelessly in the dirt were a torn, yellow flowered bikini top, and what had been a dyad of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no more than a piece of rag. A few White River buttons were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this unusual setting lay several hundred meters away, not along the path, but off to one side of meat in the Wood. While hiss tweeted peacefully in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get enough O to her tiring legs.

scourge pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the tree diagram. Her white blouse, now completely devoid of push, flew out behind her like a cape. The glower branches of the trees and shrubs were lashing her naked white meat, as they bounced wildly with each step. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could get a line him just behind her, gaining on her with every footprint. Her placid shapely peg flashed in the sunlight, raw buttocks clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining thong half of her floral bikini.

It was quite an arousing hatful for Logan Paul. Completely naked, his immense hammer 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 slit before.

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

ass him he could hear his crony RiceGum crashing through the woodland, trying to catch up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this happen to her ? On holiday from body of work, she 'd been coming up to the swimming trap every day to relax in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite comfortable wearing her well-nigh daring bikini, even going topless sometimes to get a serious tan on her boob, 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 hole this morning time. 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 the path to admit her to clear. The route was very narrow though, and she had to sprain sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the jetty of the man behind her. `` Probably chip in 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 front end of her, and caught him staring down at her tits. He looked up then, not at her, but at his friend and gave a brief nod. Immediately, Zoella felt her arms pinned behind her back. She struggled but the grasp was too strong.

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

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

'' Now we can do this the wanton way or the concentrated way, '' he growled, `` I do n't beware, but I can recite you now you wo n't wish the hard way. sympathise ? ``

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising things would be worse for her if she fought them. The man released her titmouse and grabbed postponement of the front of her blouse. Pulling both script apart he sent the push 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 mitt. He stared at her chest like they were the high-flown prize, then her two-piece top fluttered to the ground as he reached for them. Squashing them under his thenar he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're howling. ``

Zoella knew they were grotesque, she 'd always been proud of her knocker, big and firm, no steer of sag. Men always went crazy over them, but they 'd never groped them without her permission. Now this guy was pawing them with no regard for her protests.

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

Zoella loved it when her boyfriend played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this whoreson felt he could just tear her clothes off and drool all over her boob whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his teeth, nipping her flesh, and grinding across her nipples. She cried out after one particularly cruel bit and tried again to complain him.

She knew she 'd done the untimely thing though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his dorsum pocket. With an angry looking at on his boldness he pressed the apartment of the leaf blade against her supply ship left breast. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to assuage him. `` Please do n't, I wo n't do anything stupid again, you can bite my tits, I wo n't plain you, please, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a mo then growled, `` defy still. '' He lowered the knife to her waist, then slid it between her shortstop and pelt and began hacking through the material, cutting down one leg of the short circuit until it flapped relieve. He did the same to the former side then, and Zoella 's short circuit fell to the footing. She still wore her g-string but was acutely mindful of her naked ass pressing against the tough swelling 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 front of her. She gasped as his large turncock sprang unloosen, already fully upright. She 'd read floor 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 pissed cunt.

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

At eye story the enormous dick looked even great, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could give him a blowjob, certainly, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd need to fuck that affair up her cunt, and Zoella did n't think she could manage that, it would probably pull her delicate pussy apart.

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

Reaching out she began stroking the cock in figurehead of her, back and forth. He stepped forward, the forefront of his cock now barely touching Zoella 's brim, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his thighs. His cock pressed more insistently against her rim now and Zoella knew she had to make her move. Grabbing him behind the knee with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the same time pushing against him with her straits. His hammer mashed up against her face, but only for a moment before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the thump as he hit the primer and the 'whoosh'of air that was knocked out of his lungs, and then she was running. She saw the former man tripper and surrender on the knickers around his ankles, then she was in the woods, crashing through chaparral, desperately fleeing from the giant star cock.

***

She was n't fast enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branches, and she 'd tripped and fallen down several sentence. Logan Apostle of the Gentiles grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd urinate it voiceless 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 gravelly ground. His dick was nestled comfortably between her dainty stave ass cheeks, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd blow out her live prospect. There was no way to cease them from raping her now.

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

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't signify that literally. She 'd been so concern 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 much. She was soon to find oneself out she was right.

Her blazon were tugged backwards as Mount Logan Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. He grabbed the back of her thong, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her slit as he lifted her hips off the ground. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few multiplication, then she grunted as the material gave way and she hit the ground again.

Then Logan Alice Paul hauled her to her understructure using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the dear big Tree, typeface first. Pressing her against it with one deal on her upper 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 struggle were futile. Logan Paul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his legs as he did so. She screamed as her crocked sphincter muscle gave way to the vicious 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 genius. The hot little brunet was struggling wildly with only half his dick up her ass. God, she was so tight. 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 place back. `` Hey, are you fucking her ass, man ? '' he called out. `` No wonder she 's making such a illegitimate enterprise. '' RiceGum walked up to Zoella and grabbed her chin to bend her to present him. `` Do you like having a big cock up your ass, honey ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

Zoella 's groan were unintelligible as she tried to refuse this while getting rammed from behind, so RiceGum teased her to a greater extent. `` I think she said she wants you to do it harder, Mount Logan Paul the Apostle. ``

Logan Apostle 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 berth body was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her nipple into the tree. `` Stuck between a cock and a hard plaza, '' Logan Paul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the primer coat by his drive, legs flailing as she tried to support herself, tried to finish the vast tool from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in painful sensation, hurting in her ass from the huge hammer that was fucking it, and annoyance in her tits as they were scraped up against the fierce bark of the tree.

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his cock jutting out as it waited to have its turning with Zoella 's soundbox. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Saul of Tarsus, there 's enough pickle for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Mount Logan Paul was only too felicitous to share with his best booster, so he wrapped his arms around Zoella and stepped away from the tree. Keeping her impaled on his shaft, he turned to face RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, most of her weight unit resting on the cock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her ramification up and out, as Logan Paul the Apostle hugged her against him, his bridge player gripping her tits. RiceGum grabbed her buttocks in his hands, taking most of her weightiness as he guided his shaft into her pussy. With the head of his pecker parting her delicate cunt lips he thrust, filling her puss with one throw, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the tight youthful puss gripped his dick.

The infliction of her first base double incursion made Zoella wriggle, giving even more pleasance to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their dick in and out of her hot, Brigham Young organic structure. Zoella was n't the first girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their musical rhythm. They pushed and pulled the young lady between them, coordinating their movement so that as one pulled out, the other would slam in.

The woods were filled with a cacophony of audio, as Zoella 's moans, screams and call mingled with the ferocious grunt of the men who each tried to do trump the former in terminus of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a tacky cry, Logan Saul of Tarsus yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his pecker inscrutable inside her, as Logan St. Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and abject back. As Logan Saint Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing young lady, `` There, there love, it 's all right, my prick still hard for you. ``

Letting her point of view then, he let his putz slip out of her kitty-cat. 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 fuck you like a dog now, slut ! '' Zoella 's ass was forced up in the air by the log, her cum coated nates 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 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 detainment of her ponytail and pulled her headspring up. Holding his other hand up to her oral fissure he ordered, `` puzzle out it fair. ``

Zoella could n't add 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 stick off the priming coat and held it in front of her. `` biff my helping hand clean, gripe, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll jostle 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 fount to his hand, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The taste made her grimace, but she knew she had to proceed. As she licked his bridge player, she felt his cock nudging once again between her puss lips.

When his mitt moved down and take hold of clasp of her hips she braced herself, just in clip, as he shoved brutally back into her pussy. Supporting herself on her hired man and stifle, she took his cock like a dog. She felt his work force reach out to grasp her breast then, using them almost like handles to add even more powerfulness to the brutal pounding he was giving her.

observation Zoella 's mortification had made Mount Logan Paul hard again. There was still one more cakehole they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in front line of her, he saw her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her back talk gaped subject, emitting moan and groans with each of RiceGum 's jabbing into her pussy.

Logan Paul pushed his dick between her sass, stifling a groan. Zoella 's eyes shot open in surprisal, but she knew serious than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her mouth, Logan Paul timed his thrusts with RiceGum, this clip thrusting in synchrony, so that her sassing and pussy were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the rachis of her throat, but she was helpless. Mount Logan Apostle Paul had both of his hands on the sides of her read/write head, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her mammilla and impaled her from behind. No attention was paid to her strangled cries as she struggled to get enough air past the vast 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 fille they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten up his traveling bag on her tits, squeezing them painfully as his entirely consistency stiffened, then he exploded with a gush of cum filling her pussy. Mount Logan Paul fucked her face for about another minute, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` drink in my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her mouth with his foul splooge. As the tool were pulled from her ill-treated body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the earth, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's footsteps leaving her behind, heading back to roll up their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't resist one Thomas More taunting as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the Grant Wood, `` Same sentence tomorrow, slut ? ``

ENDIt was a beautiful day, gamy skies and dappled sun filtering through the Tree to light the forest floor. The track to the swimming hole was narrow and wind, almost overgrown in station. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The whole scene was one of public security and serenity.

The first clue that something might be amiss were the clothes that lay on the way. A man 's blue jean, shirt, place and underclothes were placed carefully on a patch of weed. Scattered more carelessly in the soil were a charge, yellowed flowered two-piece top, and what had been a pair of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no more than a opus of rag. A few Edward White buttons were also scattered around the ground.

The intellect for this unusual conniption lay several hundred m away, not along the track, but off to one side of meat in the woods. While chick tweeted peacefully in the trees overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get plenty oxygen to her tiring legs.

affright pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the trees. Her white-hot blouse, now completely devoid of clit, flew out behind her like a mantle. The scurvy branches of the tree diagram and shrubs were lashing her naked tit, as they bounced wildly with each step. She knew she could n't decelerate down though, she could take heed him just behind her, gaining on her with every footmark. Her tranquil shapely legs flashed in the sunlight, raw buttocks clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining thong half of her floral bikini.

It was quite an arousing ken for Mount Logan Paul. Completely naked, his huge cock was rock hard, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his prey. His optic focused on Zoella 's tight, young ass. At that mo, he wanted her more than he 'd ever wanted any slit before.

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

stern him he could hear his buddy RiceGum crashing through the woodland, trying to catch up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this happen to her ? On vacation from work, she 'd been coming up to the swimming hole every day to unlax in the sun. There was never anyone here during the hebdomad, so she felt quite well-fixed wearing her most daring bikini, even going topless sometimes to get a practiced tan on her breasts, her boyfriend would wish that when she got back to work.

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

Their smiles were friendly, and they stepped to either incline of the path to allow her to go past. The path was very pin down though, and she had to sprain sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the breakwater of the man behind her. `` Probably consecrate him something to conceive 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 ally and gave a abbreviated nod. Immediately, Zoella felt her weapon system pinned behind her back. She struggled but the clasp was too strong.

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

Neither of them said a word though, it was as if they did n't even try her. The man standing in nominal head of her started to run his work force over her breasts. Zoella swung her foot up, trying to kick him in the globe, but he avoided the snow and immediately gave both her breasts a cruel squeeze, causing Zoella to scream.

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

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising things would be spoilt for her if she fought them. The man released her breast and grabbed hold of the social movement of her blouse. Pulling both hands 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 Yankee-Doodle, and he held it up in the air like a trophy in his manus. He stared at her bosom like they were the opulent pillage, then her two-piece top fluttered to the priming coat as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palms he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're fantastic. ``

Zoella knew they were fantastic, she 'd always been proud of her chest, big and business firm, no hint of sag. Men always went barbaric 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 nipple between quarter round and index, then he bent forward and began licking them, running his tongue around her legato orb, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her beau played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this mother fucker felt he could just pull her clothes off and slobber all over her white meat whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his teeth, nipping her material body, and grinding across her mammilla. She cried out after one particularly vicious bit and tried again to kick him.

She knew she 'd done the amiss affair though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his spine air pocket. With an angry look on his face he pressed the flatbed of the blade against her supply ship 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 mammilla, I wo n't kick you, please, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a moment then growled, `` withstand still. '' He lowered the knife to her waist, then slid it between her shorts and skin and began hacking through the material, cutting down one leg of the short circuit until it flapped release. He did the Saami to the former side then, and Zoella 's short fell to the reason. She still wore her G-string but was acutely cognizant of her naked ass pressing against the tough bulge 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 battlefront of her. She gasped as his declamatory shaft sprang absolve, already fully erect. She 'd read fib 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 soused cunt.

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

At eye layer the tremendous prick looked even bigger, 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 need to fuck that thing up her cunt, and Zoella did n't think she could handle that, it would probably tear her delicate cunt 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 end of her, back and Forth. He stepped forward, the drumhead of his tool now barely touching Zoella 's lips, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his thigh. His cock pressed more insistently against her lip now and Zoella knew she had to make her motion. Grabbing him behind the knee with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the Saami time pushing against him with her drumhead. His cock mashed up against her fount, but only for a consequence before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the thud 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 gasp around his ankle joint, then she was in the woods, crashing through George Herbert Walker Bush, 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 clip. Logan Paul grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd made it hard for him, now he was going to be even harder on her. That tight 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 jolting flat coat. His peter was nestled comfortably between her nice round ass cheeks, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd blown her finis chance. There was no way to arrest them from raping her now.

Logan Saint Paul grabbed hold of her brunette ponytail and yanked her head word backwards, `` Nice try bitch, but you 'll regret 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 require to assfuck her. Her boyfriend had wanted that a few times but she 'd always refused, she thought it would smart too much. She was soon to find out she was right.

Her arms were tugged backwards as Logan St. Paul dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. He grabbed the vertebral 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 material gave way and she hit the primer again.

Then Logan Alice Paul hauled her to her feet using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the nearest big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, face first. Pressing her against it with one hand on her upper back, he kicked her feet apart and stepped between them. Bending his knees, he grinned as his shaft poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her conflict were futile. Logan Saint Paul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his peg as he did so. She screamed as her pissed sphincter gave way to the roughshod assault, and she felt herself lifted off the ground as her ass was stretched by the Brobdingnagian monster.

Mount Logan St. Paul groaned with pleasance at the whizz. The hot little brunet was struggling wildly with lonesome half his dick up her ass. God, she was so stringent. He watched in delight as her struggles resulted in Thomas More of his pecker 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 illegitimate enterprise. '' RiceGum walked up to Zoella and grabbed her mentum to turn her to face him. `` Do you like having a big tool up your ass, dearest ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

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

Logan Saul was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the ease of his apparel. Zoella 's call had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper berth consistency was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her tit into the tree. `` Stuck between a cock and a hard billet, '' Logan Paul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the ground by his jab, legs flailing as she tried to support herself, tried to stop the Brobdingnagian cock from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in pain, pain in her ass from the vast stopcock 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 act with Zoella 's consistency. `` Hey, let me in there too Mount Logan Apostle Paul, there 's adequate fix for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan St. Paul was only too happy to portion with his best supporter, so he wrapped his arms around Zoella and stepped away from the tree. Keeping her impaled on his putz, he turned to present RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, most of her weight unit resting on the cock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her ramification up and out, as Logan Paul hugged her against him, his hands gripping her tits. RiceGum grabbed her buttocks in his hands, taking most of her free weight as he guided his prick into her cunt. With the head of his cock parting her delicate cunt lips he thrust, filling her pussy with one stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the pie-eyed young snatch gripped his dick.

The pain of her first treble penetration made Zoella squirm, giving even more pleasure to the men who filled her trap. They set about fucking her then, pumping their dicks in and out of her hot, youth trunk. Zoella was n't the kickoff girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their regular recurrence. They pushed and pulled the girl between them, coordinating their front so that as one pulled out, the other would slam in.

The forest were filled with a cacophony of audio, as Zoella 's groan, screams and call mingled with the angered grunts of the men who each tried to do surmount the early in full term of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a loud cry, Logan Saul of Tarsus yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his pecker cryptical inside her, as Logan Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and scurvy back. As Mount Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing girl, `` There, there dear, it 's all right wing, my peter still hard for you. ``

Letting her stand then, he let his cock case out of her pussy. 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 fuck you like a dog now, hussy ! '' Zoella 's ass was forced up in the air by the log, her cum coated buttock 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 bridge player, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's fount 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 detainment of her ponytail and pulled her headland up. Holding his other hand up to her mouth he ordered, `` clobber it clean. ``

Zoella could n't take herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her oral fissure shut, hoping he 'd just give up. She thought he had too when he let go of her whisker, but then he picked up a big stick off the ground and held it in front of her. `` Lick my deal clean, beef, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll thrust this pin so far up your ass, you 'll be capable to savor it. ``

She really did n't have a pick. Reluctantly, she lowered her cum smeared face to his handwriting, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The penchant made her face, but she knew she had to carry on. As she licked his hand, she felt his peter nudging once again between her cunt lips.

When his hands moved down and snap up hold of her hips she braced herself, just in meter, as he shoved brutally back into her snatch. Supporting herself on her hands and stifle, she took his peter like a dog. She felt his hands reach out to compass her tits then, using them almost like handle to add even more king to the fell pound he was giving her.

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

Logan Alice Paul pushed his dick between her lips, stifling a groan. Zoella 's eyes shot open in surprise, but she knew punter than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her rima oris, Logan Paul timed his push with RiceGum, this time thrusting in synchrony, so that her mouthpiece and pussy were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the back of her throat, but she was helpless. Logan Paul had both of his hands on the English of her capitulum, keeping her becalm, while RiceGum mauled her tits and impaled her from behind. No aid was paid to her strangled cry as she struggled to get plenty air past the huge gumshoe that filled her mouth.

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

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

Crying out, `` wassail my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her lip with his foul splooge. As the prick were pulled from her abused body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the flat coat, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's pace leaving her behind, heading back to compile their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't balk one more taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the forest, `` Sami fourth dimension tomorrow, slut ? ``

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