She really is a whore?. He slammed into me as hard as he could, over and over until he finally yelled out ?I’m filling this whore up?.? And filled m...e with his sperm. He walked over the side of bed and said ?open your mouth bitch, clean my cock off.? I looked at his cock, covered in cum and my virginal blood and started to cry. ?I said open up and clean me off.? He reached down and twisted my nipples as hard as he could. As I opened my mouth to let out a scream he plunged his cock into my mouth. Breathing in, your scent fills my senses, increasing my arousal, not realizing that was even possible. I lick your exposed thighs while my hands knead you buns, so full and firm. I blow on your pussy and watch as your lips begin to part, reacting to the warm air. I place my mouth completely over you and suck you into my mouth, teasing your pussy lips with my tongue, flicking back and forth across you, then in circles. My fingers massage and knead you cheeks, working their way toward you ass,. I remember, one day, she just wore her kurta without the pants.All our paperwork was done, and we were about to shift to the new place in a week or two. We had to visit the place to look over the construction work going on. Finally, we were about to shift our place. It was my mom who had to visit regularly. The guy helped her a lot.We were in our new place. He visited us very often as he lived close by. My mom used to give him dinner almost 4 to 5 times a week. I think he was not a family. ?The sizzle of flesh and the accompanying muffled terror-stricken scream turned most heads in the room. Lea’s eyes widened as she watched the slave’s body stiffen and convulse in unnatural spasms, unable to get away from the searing hot iron. The assistant applied all of her weight to hold the slave’s thrashing head down. The waitress counted to herself, one one thousand two two thousand, then removed the iron from the tortured ass cheek. A small trail of smoke arose from the black charred.