What was still left of it in her throat she instinctively swallowed and sent it back into her stomach. "Please, please someone make it stop," she whis...pered, knowing that shouting it would have been just as futile. The ramming of the tentacles into her ass and pussy continued unabated, and took her through another unwanted but very powerful orgasm. She could feel her will slipping and suspected it wouldn't take too much more before she broke down and started openly enjoying it. She felt. I thrust as hard as I could, and considering my general health that was pretty hard. Her head snapped back with every thrust. Her eyes were red and she was starting to cry, spittle flew from the corners of her lips. She tried to get her balance, but every time she almost got it I would thrust extra hard and slap her. After a moment she crumpled, not willing, or maybe not able, to fight my assault any longer. I twisted my fists into her hair and held her up by her hair. It was all she could do. His shoulders slope slightly, but the tone of musculature is there, and they connect to a set of veined biceps and jutting triceps. His forearms are vascular and strong, and seem to ripple with tendons as he moves them. His hands are also strong; thin skin and scars revealing the hard conditions they’ve endured. Moving down his frame, we see a set of pecs that push his shirt forward from his chest. His cut-off T drapes over a toned abdomen that is only revealed when he stretches. Further down,. We're an odd crew, so we practice early in the morning. We have no games for the next week because of midterms and then fall break. We have eight games between midterms and Thanksgiving. When we come back from Thanksgiving we have the NCAA Division I Tournament and will probably be out of the competition by the end of the first week of December. We aren't really all that good this year." Well, I want to come and watch you play. And I'd better do it before Whitney's and Lionel's basketball.