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And they made it clear both that her holes were acceptable and her breasts were of more than satisfactory size. "Holy fuck, look at the size of those fuckin' jugs", as one put it. They had a ball when they found out she was lactating. They had milk fights, tugging and mauling her elongated teats with no more regard for her then a water pistol. Her sobbing tears mixed with the milk. "I've always wanted to be a mother fucker", said one. "Then lets do it!," another urged, but another said they should wait until they got to someplace private. "Fuck that!" Lenin spat; grabbing her around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Or maybe a side of beef. "Hey, wait! On a sleeping bag. No scent!"
One was quickly spread and she was dumped onto it, cracking her elbow in the fall. But she was given no time to nurse her pain. Lenin fell on her, his fatigues around his ankles. He rubbed his soft cock against her while he brutally mashed two handfuls of tender breast, leering down at her with cruel smugness. And in no time he was throbbing hard and ready for rape.