Lucy’s body shook as she experienced the trail of the finger on her cunt. It sent a torrent of lust all through her. “Please! Please! Please!” she tried to yell. But all that emerged from her stuffed mouth were dull, indecipherable sounds. Malika just smiled and stepped away.
The old woman was sitting on her little throne, laughing to herself. Her eyes seemed dead, but her face was alight. Every once in a while, when Zara screamed her delight, she would shake and sway on her chair as if some great achievement had been secured.
The men used Zara’s mouth ruthlessly, plunging their c***s deep into her throat through the ring in her mouth while another of them f****d her from behind. One man made her lie on her belly, her legs pushed tightly together, and used her rear hole. The men seemed
