My excruciatingly bent c**k burned like a rod of molten metal; my bruised balls were twin suns and my mind was a churning, whirling maelstrom of conflicting bodily sensations. Eventually I had no choice but to give in to the incredible pressure of my desperately perverted arousal and blow my filthy load: spewing hot wet seed out all over B’Linda’s beautiful silk pillowcase.
Seeing this happen at last, my evil female captors screamed in wild triumph. B’Linda and Keri screamed as well, escalating their synchronous rhythm in a final succession of incredibly deep, painfully driving thrusts.
These soon had them kneeling practically face-to-face, their heavy harnesses bumping and bruising and bashing my snout and faggy little f**k-holes and their pounding, pistoning hips slamming and crunching
