She was always stretched, always wanting to curl up as the monster pressed deeper, always teetering between pleasure and pain, between exhaustion and another orgasm. x video It pulled out to her opening and, as the wheel turned, pressed into her again. The sun had just risen. The sound came from another jet across the room. The cords pulled her breasts up into cones and still the orgasm lifted her chest. She arched her back again and the cords tightened. Every thought was interrupted by pleasure that had become pain or pain that was becoming pleasure. The feeling of the stretching and her insides cowering before the strength of the monster was so intense that all other feelings were pushed away. But these were ruthless men. Hands slipped a cloth bag over her
