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I push a finger into my vagina. The pressure is delicious. I withdraw it slowly, coating it and pressing it in further, penetrating as deeply as I can. My other hand has started slowly rubbing along the left side of my clit, teasing it, making it hard. The finger withdraws. Then two fingers rub themselves along my slit, getting themselves oiled and slick. A shiver runs up my stomach, bursting through my nipples as my breath catches and forces its way out though my mouth. I turn my wrist and push the two fingers into my pussy. A quiet groan slowly tumbles from my mouth. I half-lid my eyes and look at the water splashing around me on the walls of the stall. The door is not quite shut. A tiny crack of light from outside shows me that the bathroom is empty. My two fingers hit bottom as Johnny's cockhead disappears into Marilyn's mouth.
The other two, beaten at the game, circled around the girl while she, sobbing in humiliation and pain, was submitted to that ordeal to the mocking calls of the Blacks surrounding her. Then the large Rottweiler, Killer, sniffed her face, and got the right idea; being so huge, it wasn’t difficult for him to put the front legs on the block besides the girl’s bust, and his cock, a red stick of pulsating meat that was larger than Hunter’s, and that he shoved right in her face. She had the idea of turning her head, but the voice of Marvin freezed her: "Just let it in, gal. You turn your head, I slit your throat."