Concupiscent indian wife getting banged by 3 dudes

There’s also a strange stale odor added that makes my nostrils flare with revulsion when I recognize it. Sperm. Someone has raped her and left her with his filth drying in her. The bridge of my nose squashes against her clit. We’re more intimately connected than we’ve ever been in our lives. I move my head to try and break contact with this invasion of her privacy, but Klink barks mmf from behind me, “Uh-uh Boobs, keep that nose right in there.” I freeze. I’m hoping this is all, but Gara and I are not to be left alone in this position. Klink’s hand is suddenly there on my bare back and he explores me, as casually as patting a beast of burden and then deeply personal, making me flinch when without warning fingertips brush the sensitive lips of my vulva. Next there is the sound of rustling and something firm and warm presses right against my opening. I think it’s the head of Klink’s cock. I know by now I won’t receive any mercy, and a woman resisting a man only makes his conquest more pleasurable, but I plead, “No!” anyway as he begins to force his way into me. Please, no, am I so worthless? Don’t let it be proved true that the male view of the galaxy was right all along, and women like me are nothing except for flesh created to arouse men. Don’t let him be proven stronger and better than me yet again. And above all don’t let me crash to my lowest right in front of my sister! Through the years of my girlhood Gara and I tackled everything in life together. Being a team made us undefeatable, and I blush to think how two bossy madams were probably the terrors of the schoolyard. But today the strength of our bond has been turned to weakness. Having so rarely faced losing as long as we stood together, it makes my shame worse to be raped by the Slaver Egregious Klink knowing my sister is watching. My pussy is dry when his cock first thrusts threesome into me. The penetration causes pain intense enough to make me shriek, and it is perhaps uncomfortable for Klink too, for he makes a sharp pull backwards on my hair. Just as with the previous triggerings of my Reflex my cries turn instantly to groans of arousal and my groin is flooded with ecstatic sensation. Now each pumping movement back and forth from his engorged penis stimulates such unbearable pleasure I feel faint, and spots of light dance before my eyes. Deep in my trance I’m barely aware of Klink’s order, “Trigger the other one – I want to see her juice go all over Boobs’ face.” Seconds later Gara’s groan vibrates through me, sensuous, erotic, and wanton. I barely consider how it’s a sound I’ve never heard her make before. And then the stench of her arousal surrounds me like a wall, and my nose goes slick and warm as her bodily fluids begin to ooze. Behind, Klink is continuing to fuck me, thump, thump, thump, thump in a steady pounding beat that rams his cock so hard and so deep into me that I’m shoved further against Gara’s groin by the momentum. The stimulation of him grinding into my vagina is stunning to me, and in the indian hypnotic fog of the Reflex I’m unable to hold back the orgasm. But that climax ends any pleasure I take from my rape, for Klink withdraws with a suddenness that makes me cry out and forces his way straight into my anus. He’s lubricated with my secretions, but his rampant penis is large compared to my orifice and he’s iron hard, so my recently repaired muscle gives way again with an agonizing white heat. Then the rhythmic violation resumes, only this time with a brutal stabbing pain accompanying every thrust. “You gonna save your sister from me doing this to her, huh?” grunts Klink. “Go on, Tits. Where’s that Gaianesian superiority now?” I can feel Gara’s pelvis start to shake silently against my face. My sister is crying freely now. Even in the depths of my own suffering I’m filled with pity. I’ve never seen her so defeated, so broken. Every instinct yearns to comfort her, but with my only option to massage her clitoris with my nose, I hold back. The combination of mouths on her breasts and pussy was too much for her to rationally handle. I moaned and rammed forward into Tiffany. The red fluid which pumped briefly from the severed plastic neck had the look... and feel... and smell... of real blood. With one hand on her breasts, one on her pussy, my lips in her neck and my hardon between her butt cheeks, mom was being attacking her from four sides, and finally she submitted. A child always knows their parents. I pulled her tight against me, mmf my dick throbbing so hard. I raised my glass again and said, to Alfredo... After using her mouth wash and a face towel, I walk to the edge of the bed to put my jeans back on but indian I decide to remain shirtless. I threesome moved my hand around and discovered that my pussy was very wet. “I don’t know!” I gasped. "I would trade with you in a heartbeat." Her body arms visibly spasm, am orgasm racking her body.