She was in pain like she had never felt before. She was begging now, along with Tracy. “Please sir, please stop. I can’t do this. John, stop him, ...lease.”Everyone laughed when John said, “Sorry, slut, but that’s what you deserve for fucking around before. How am I to know who Tracy belongs to now. You were a whore and I don’t have any idea if Tracy is really my daughter or not. Maybe she belongs to Charles.”“No, she is your daughter. I didn’t get pregnant until I slept with you. Please, John,. He twisted me around so my hips were pinned to the bed, and my shoulders were somewhat facing him. He slapped my tits, and pinched my nipples, pulling them painfully away from my body. Master shoved my face back into the bed before he guided his cock into my waiting pussy, slamming home hard. So hard it knocked the breath from me. He yanked on my hair as he pounded into me. I my cunt twitched around his cock, as I moaned happily into the bed. Begging him to let me cum, begging him to fill me up. Like her, he was skinny but his face was less round and his hair was light brown and straight instead of curly. He was also taller; lankier. She had no doubt that beneath his shirt his chest was hairless. He looked like an innocent child to her for the first time in a long time; no longer the spoiled younger brother who cried whenever he was even slightly inconvenienced by her."Wait, it's not pee," Tiffany quickly realized while looking down at her hand. "It's white and thick." She used the. The room remained hot, and dark. At some point in the night I had pissed myself, and the puddle was drying slowly underneath me, the sharp smell filling every snort of air I sucked down my nose. Every hour was an eternity. I’d lost feeling in my arms and legs a while ago, but my hips and shoulders still screamed in pain, especially whenever I shifted my weight. I started to convince myself that someone days had passed already. Maybe they had just moved across the country again, leaving the.
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