“Mmm. “Mmmm. Indian sex But now none of that mattered. Suck this cock while you keep fucking Daddy.”
Without even hesitating, Michaela opened her mouth and let him press the bulbous head of his cock between her lips. Michaela moaned into Fatima’s mouth as rapist and captive stroked each other’s pussies. She could feel her own heart pounding in her chest. The next several minutes seemed like an eternity of agony for Michaela and a flash of fleeting bliss for Hakim, the perception of time for rapist and victim becoming polar opposites. Her naked figure gyrated on his lap, their bodies joined as one, while the three terrorists watched. He pulled out, violently spurting cum. Pain seemed etched there, not just beneath the surface but deep, deep down, embedded like the roots of
