India Summer Fucked Her Daughters Friend

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Youll learn this today Olivia. He chuckles in my ear. I start to struggle and I kick him in the shin, this made him angrier. He slams me down hard against the desk and pulls my skirt off to my knees and underwear at the same time. No, please dont, I&hellip,Im&hellip, I struggle to say it. Spit it out, bitch!! he says scary and deep toned. I&hellip,Im a virgin, please dont do this I say shyly. He slides his hand over my pussy and gently starts to rub, he leans over me. I scream please He puts his hand hard over my mouth and unbuckles his belt. I struggle, not wanting my first time to be rape. Youre a bad student, I dont believe youre a virgin either. He forces me down harder against the desk. He pulls down his jeans and strokes my back with his hand. He moans as he puts his head alongside mine, holding my hair tight in his hand. His naked cock grinding against my body. Please, dont do this, Ill do anything you want, just dont rape me I cry out, hoping he will listen. You wont. And before I knew it a little voice was crying out to me. "Daddy is that you?" "No honey, its not. I'm sorry." I put a balled up sock in her mouth and sure enough what followed was a scream that could break even the nobelist of men. An earsplitting scream. After mom and dad left it took me a while to get back to sleep. But finally I managed it. I was in a sunny, slightly breezy world. "Alice do you want more tea?" "No Mr. Rabbit. I'm fine, but thanks anyways." "You were always such a sweet little girl Alice." said Mr. Rabbit. "Aw tha-" Thump thump thump. "Mr. Rabbit did you hear that?" Thump thump thump. "What?" Thump thump. "That!" "I'm sorry Alice I don't know what you are talking about." It kind of sounded like- no they couldnt be home already. Suddenly I felt a pair of eyes staring at me and my wonderful world and Mr. Rabbit were gone. I looked up. Oh! Dad is home! "Daddy is that you?" But what I heard was not the soothing voice of my father, it was a deeper and surprisingly sad.
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I yelp as it surprises me and you laugh, pushing harder. You go as deep as you can and put another finger in my pussy, making me moan this time.I put one finger in your pussy and start to move back and forth slowly. You start to lick my clit again and my moaning starts. My finger moves around inside of you and my thumb runs over you clit. Your pussy starts to clench around my finger. My body begins to shake and I’m trying to keep from closing my legs around your head. You lick faster and push your fingers in deeper and faster. I pull my finger out of your pussy and quickly thrust in two making you scream. I start thrusting faster. You regain your composure and start to thrust your fingers faster and deeper. We move at the same time. We’re sweating with the effort of making each other cum.I feel it building inside of me again, starting to take over. It starts in my stomach and spreads throughout my body as a warm glow that begins to burn hotter. Your breathing is getting harder and.

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