"Fuck!" said Bri, as she barely moved and felt the munching of the hot mouth along with hot breath in between her buttocks.Trent lived for this, eatin...g a woman out and fucking her only after he had exhausted her physically. The arms crept lower with the hands trying to get in her panties but Bri knew which battles were not worth fighting. If the hands got in her panties, it would lead to aggressive fingering that would give her an orgasm. In a quick second, Bri slipped her panties down to her. Zeke, Barney, BB…over the few years since returning to Port Carlos he had been called by many names, though most of the ship mates called him by a nick name of Barney for the fact that if one called him by the other acronym they’d have to figure there was a darned good reason it had come to be. In truth over the few years since coming of age and becoming a crabber the tall hard bodied sailor had found a few ladies that just loved his massive barnacle, he chuckled over it every time some sweet. He could feel her tight silky walls massage his sensitive head as it thrust in and out of her tunnel. She was wet and he thought he could feel her pushing back to meet his thrusts. He was starting to build up a sweat as he relentlessly fucked this woman. Tracy, couldn't believe it when she realised that her body was responding to this monster. She denied it at first, but the feeling of being stretched, and being used and abused set off something deep in her brain. This guy was a machine and. As she was secured to a sybian with vaginal and rectal probes, her climaxes were controlled by whoever held the controls. Men would come by, force one of the whores onto her knees in front of the slut, and while r****g the bitch cunt, the man would turn the vibrations to 50% and the rotations to 70%. The poor wench usually climaxed 20-25 times, often passing out. Other times men would simply sit and watch her tremble, groan, and then squeal: "Cumming, cumming, oh god, oh god!!"As the weeks went.