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"They aren't new," he said. "No," Gloria agreed. "This is from a long time ago, when Manuel owned me. He was very cruel." Alex continued to run his hand over the girl's marred butt, thinking of Renee in the Mexican's hands. "Owned?" "Si! Manuel, he is a dealer in putas. He buys them, sells them. Breaks them not to run away. He is very clever." Alex stopped moving his hand and leaned over the girl. "What will he do with my friends?" |
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"Don't stop. That feels so good." The girl lay with her cheek on her hands and wiggled her butt. "Quien sabe what he will do? Maybe he sell them in some other country."
Leaning his weight onto his hands as his fingers dug deep into her flesh, massaging her, Alex decided the girl was exaggerating. This was the twentieth century, after all. And there was no way in the world to keep a slave from running away when freedom was just around the corner.
Something wetted Alex's finger and the girl sighed. Unconsciously his hand had slid between the girl's thighs and manipulated the gently contracting cunt that lay open and waiting. It was her juice that flowed onto him.
The feel of her soft twat awakened the sex urge in Alex. Awkwardly he continued massaging her ass, working his fingers in her slot as he struggled out of his own clothes. The girl just lay flopped on her face, sighing blissfully as his hands did their work.
Gently he lay on top of her, his cock nestling in the crack of her ass. His hands crept under her to cup her tits, to squeeze and stroke them until he felt the nipples projecting out like nails.
The girl was stifling moans, now. She twisted her head and began kissing the hand squeezing her breast in time to a slow, silent rhythm. She added her hips to the beat and Alex's cock started sinking between the cheeks of her ass
He thrilled to the feel of his cock poking against the tight opening. Gloria mewed and bucked.
Slowly her butt was forced open. Slowly his prick pushed the circular walls wide and sank into her.