“Amanda! Oh, my god! Amanda, stop! Stop! Don’t hurt...please, don’t...”
Amanda punched the insides of my legs, spread them wide apart. The strap-on speared my p***y.
“Oh! Oh, god! What have I done? Why do you hate... Amanda! Oh, gaawwwddd!”
The dildo strap-on thrust into my p***y, Amanda’s powerful hips a relentless engine of rape. On and on without any let up. Then Amanda’s hands squeezed my head in a vice grip. The gag’s dildo shoved past my lips, filled my mouth, plunged deep, deep into my throat. I tried to cough, turn my head aside, anything to allow me to breathe and stop the growing panic. My fists pounded against Amanda’s shoulders, her back, but nothing helped. Amanda was on another plane, one of sheer sadistic pleasure, while I descended down to one of deep submission.
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