I won't fight. Please, just not my pussy. It hurts so much."He reached over me, still holding me down, and stuck his fingers into the margarine, takin...g a handful."Oh, god," I whispered.I felt him smear the cold margarine across my pussy lips. I pinched my eyes shut for what was coming next. His thick cock pressed against my slit, and then he slid into me with ease, well lubricated with imitation butter spread. I moaned, breathing out. Dillon released my arm and grabbed hold of my hips, keeping. Several of the younger slaves gathered around him in awe, one being so bold as to wave a hand in front of his eyes, testing the Kairish mind-state for any break.He did not even blink as he set the huge wooden box on the deck.They followed him back as he returned for the heaviest of all, a huge carved fountain for the garden, and circled it to find the easiest handholds.Laughing, the slaves all piled into the bowl of the thing.This dismayed me. "He will hurt himself tying to lift—"I cut short as. Main unki chut par thut pada aur use chatne laga . wo awazien nikalne kagi … zzzoooor seeeeeem aur zor se chato jaanu . wo mera sar apni chut me dhakal ti jari thi .. phir kehne lagi … bus jaan ab bardash nain hota ..Dedo mujhe tumara lund ..ban jao mere shohar . main ne bhi foran apna lund lekar chut pe lagadne laga .. phir chut me dala to wo phisal kar nikal gay . main ne phir koshish ki par wo phir nikal gaya . to main uth kar oil laya aur oil apne lund pe laga ya aur thoda oil uski chut pe. Then I fucked her with my tongue while I teased her clit with my nose. She bucked against me so much, I finally had to put her on the floor properly and push her legs back. When that wasn't enough, I lifted her hips and lapped her like a bowl of soup.I began to realize that she was whimpering. I couldn't tell how much of the wet on my face was her and how much was my own sweat. I was panting and my dick was painfully hard.I let her hips go. She seemed to deflate, exhausted. I crawled on top of.