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I started to feel numb and I could see Tony from above. He was holding my hips so tight I could see his fingers making dents in my skin as he squeezed. His legs were strong and pushing him hard against me. I could see his cock pulling out and then drilling back in. He was sweating, and I felt a drop hit my back. This brought me back for a second and my shoulders hurt a lot. “UNGHHG.” I heard Tony grunt and then drill into me hard. I felt his cock throbbing and figured yet another load of cum in my bowels. He stayed in my ass for at least a minute. I felt more throbs and shivers from his cock and then he slid out and dropped my hips. I was on my stomach, my head stuck under the couch. I heard his zipper and then his footsteps and the door open. “Have a good night sweetheart, say hi to your family for me in the morning. I will be calling.” I heard his voice and the door slam. My mind wandered again, looking down at my body half under the couch. I could see the bruises on my shoulders and the cum making a Hardcore puddle on the carpet as it leaked out of my bikini butt. I did not know what to do, I was so sore, indian I just wanted to rest. My eyes fluttered and then everything went dark. Beatrice turned around and looked at the screen. The poor girl was now laying across her father. She was a mess; her hair was wet and caked with cum. Her body was covered in cum. She lifted her head and looked down at her dad. Beatrice saw some commotion and her dad pushed her off. The girl fell to the floor, slipping as she hit the ground. She saw a man lean down and lift her to her feet. She thought this was the first act of kindness she had seen since this started. The girl looked up at the man with a look of gratitude. She saw her lips move as she spoke, and he got her to her feet. But how could that be possible? “Sorry.” Cyndi knew shew was going to cum again. A prolonged silence lingered in the air, Nefertiti's stance calming ever so slightly, "...Sorry... It was quite a walk, past a lot of people, but we had come to be seen so that was what we were going to do. “Is she OK?” I asked. A few minutes later the girl was off the stage and Lucy walked on. It was only right. That naughty minx. Someone on the other side of the door was screaming. I put my arms around her, kissed Hardcore her passionately. Greta's breasts heaved at the top of my vision, bouncing up bikini and down as she fucked his dick. She added. The following day and the same shit I slept on the indian couch and she didn’t shower till the following morning. "It would be my pleasure, Anna." Mom just watch the people that are being served.