"Oh no. Please no…" she said, trembling as the man instructed her to open her legs. "I said open your legs!" He slapped her, and she fell backward, her thighs opening for him. With her eyes squeezed shut, Sandy felt him apply the shaving cream. He began to shave her delicate sex with surprising deftness and skill. Meanwhile, Layla couldn't help but watch her girlfriend's awful fate with horrified fascination, knowing it would soon be hers as well. Once Kasim had finished with Sandy, he turned to poor Layla. Layla had begun scooting away toward the other side of the truck bed, as if putting those extra few inches of space would do her any good. She was acting on instinct now rather than logic. Her body tensed as he cut away the bindings around her ankles. At first it puzzled her. She thought about kicking him, but then she remembered General Aamir in the front seat, armed with a rifle and pistol. "Open your legs for me, bitch. I have an idea that will make shaving your little American cunt both more fun and challenging." Layla's pale thighs spread for him. "UHHH!! NNN!!" She looked into his eyes, begging for mercy as drool slid from the ball-gag in her mouth all the way down her chin. Yet he easily ignored her desperate need to be treated as a human being. Instead, as if she was just a piece of property, he knelt between her legs and thrust blowjob his cock into her petite bare cunt. Then, once his length was fully encased in her heavenly warmth, he began japan applying the shaving cream around her pussy, very slowly and methodically shaving her pubic hair. "See, American bitch? I can fuck you and shave you at the same time. You see now how Ajikistani men are more talented than those pathetic little boys you call 'men' back in your homeland." Layla tensed the entire time he shaved her, amazed at how sure and smooth his strokes were, and his instinctive ability to pause right before the truck hit a pothole in the gravel-dirt road as if he had done this a thousand times before. At last, once he had finished with her, the skin around her sex was now as soft and smooth as Hairy silk. He put down the razor. Now he gripped her hips. "All done. Now we FUCK," he growled, his hips slamming forward as his cock began to move in and out of her. Layla could do nothing but groan through her gag as the man raped her. What made it even worse, though, was that Sandy was watching every second of it, lying right beside her, and that part of her deep, deep down admitted that she enjoyed the man's dominance. Layla had a fleeting flashback suddenly, a scrap of memory of her first boyfriend, Dietrich, cuffing her hands to his bed and fucking her roughly from behind. Dietrich had pigtails gagged her too, and she remembered biting so hard into that rubber ball as he'd stretched her cunt. It was the gag in her mouth right now, she realized, which was reawakening that instinctual arousal, flashing her back to that happier memory. A dark yet lustful memory that confused her brain and made her wonder about the overlap between pain and pleasure, past and present. 'What's wrong with me?' Layla cringed, her eyes squeezing shut as shame flooded through her. Yet the similarity of this sensation to that long ago experience, despite her fear just now…it persisted, and Layla's eyes grew heavy-lidded with lust as she felt the cock slam into her again and again. Her naked, willowy figure trembled under the soldier's onslaught, his cock raping her like a jackhammer, fucking her with absolutely no mercy. Kasim's tight-knuckled grip left two red marks, one on either of the girl's hips, as he plunged into her, reveling in the grip of her sex around his slamming shaft. I thought, she thinks of everything, when she said, “Well, drop those pants now.” They were down in an instant with my hard dick pointing up away from its two aching companions. We heard from Danny almost daily via satellite. Greg pulls out momentarily, and then he drives his dick into Katy’s ass, and she arches her back, and slams back. we wouldn't want the boys to get too relaxed in there . . . I knew that she had NOT planned on showing me that. "Let's go, pleb, time for some Quarters," Chris looked at Tori for approval... Her fantastic physique was explained when she told me that she was a Fitness Instructor. Sitting against the wall as far from the bucket as she could reasonably be. John took the opportunity when Ronja was distracted and wiggled pigtails his toes into her sex. I explained that originally we thought we only had Kayleigh for the weekend. Our village is very private with absolutely no access to cars. That was the understatement of all fucking time. My wife is pregnant. “What do you think you want?” She asks me. Paul with his passionate thrusts. He was standing there thinking about his imagination. I’ll text you, okay? The feeling of defeat that had been washing over her since that party just ballooned into a massive thundercloud above her head. it was Hairy a teasing game. When the petite door to the bathroom finally open; a very naked Katie hurried over to the bed and slid japan under the covers. She turned to follow Beth, just now entering her office. He sped up, wanting so badly to blowjob feel her pussy contract around him. I almost jumped. “You wanted to be a woman.