Clinton pushed his cock even harder, making me groan in pain.“Yes, bitch… Let me know you like it… "Let's hear you beg for it." Over and over th...ese bastards tormented me, hurting my holes with their thick cocks. Clinton pumped my asshole real hard, in and out of me so fast that my whole body shook with each violent stroke. But then, bit by bit, the pain reverted into pleasure. And I started to move hard against both stiff dicks. My cunt was dripping wet, full of hunger for a stiff dick. But I. Her fingers were trembling."Stand up, Miss Stephenson."It was like being called to the front of the class to give a speech. Actually it was worse. It was like going to the front of the class and giving the speech; naked.Jenn put the back of her knees against the cold wooden pew and straightened her legs; levering her body up. She stood; with her hands crossed in front of her crotch; waiting for the command to be repeated; like maybe she hadn't really heard it. Somehow she had misunderstood. But. “ Yes” she breathed at him, hands still on her head, for he had not told her yet to put them down. She leaned against him. “If you had wanted to. If it would have pleased you. I would have tried to stand it” He kissed her. Long and deep. “Put your arms down baby.” David took her lowered arm and gently guided her to lay face down over his lap as he sat once more. He crossed his leg under her hips to raise her arse up, forcing her lovely back into an arch like a question mark. “ I cannot tell you. Koen reacted as expected. He tightened his ass muscles trying to stop the intruding fingers from entering deeper. ‘Relax, Koen, I’ll be slow in pushing. Relax.’ Koen relaxed as much as he could, allowing the probing fingers to go deeper until they both rubbed across the prostate. Koen moaned louder as the good feeling swept over him. Bob pulled out a bit and now inserted three fingers. He could feel Koen’s hole loosening, making it easier to push in. Now Bob began a slow, deliberate sawing.