He suddenly returned to fingering me, fast this time, spanking me a little harder as he went, and I squirmed and recoiled and made weird noises under ...my breath, my ass shaking side to side and up and down. When he finally inserted his manhood, I welcomed the slower pace of entry and the smoother texture, but winced at it’s girth. I opened my lips wide, telegraphing my ass to do the same and let a long slow moan. He arrived at a place were everything felt comfortable, and I was warm and squishy. “Well Tomi Lahren, you belong to us now. Our organization has use for you and your natural talents of pleasing men. You are here to entertain very important people who pay very good money for what we sell them.” “We will be making a movie with you Tomi," Josh Hawley said placing his hands on the girl's shoulders. “You will do exactly as you are told. If you refuse we will kill you understand?” “Yes," Tomi answered softly. “Just don't hurt me.”“We won't if you cooperate," Marsha said taking off. She looked so damn sexy as her body quivered in the middle of her orgasm. He gave her a few minutes to catch her breath and then had her get up and then lay back on the lounger with her head near the camera. He got back between her legs and slid back into her warm wet pussy. He began to pump her missionary style and I watched her head lean back almost off the end of the longer. Her long hair hung down and I watched mesmerized as it shook with each thrust he made. He must have been close because. Now, however, the Turk is working his son. He is showing his son that the focus of delicate movement can be just as stimulating as hard fucking. The Turk is taking the bloom of youth and turning it into a flower. The pedals of newly responding nerves are opening within Umut. The Turk wants these feelings to be part of the prelude to the climatic finish. The Turk is keeping control. Umut places his hands on the Turk’s shoulders as the Turk continues doing magical things to the head of his.