Spittle exchanged between them as he forced his tongue way back in her mouth. But those strong hands controlled her, held her, hurt her. Indian sex The attacker lifted her up high, picking her up off the table. A ripping sensation erupted into the throbbing of slashed muscles. Grabbing her leg, he pushed it to the side moving closer. At last, the work of removing her clothing neared completion. Seven men had finished using her. Darkness as black as his skin, disconsolate, sullen mood overtook Kristen. “Niggertize that bitch.”
Kristen felt the big head of his mushroom head pressing against her vagina. The shame blistered her as the panties were snatched from her haunches, exposing her most private part for the world to view.
