Please, fuck me. Mira moaned as the man began to rape her pussy with hard, brutal, strokes. “Please stop!” Layla sobbed. My PUSSY. General Aamir motioned to one of his men, Kasim, and to another man, Musad. “No! The slender brunette had time to cry out, “No, please don’t!” just before the General erupted. They were as beautiful as they were innocent…for now. “You two will ride those as you watch your two friends get raped. She squealed as she felt Musad stiffen inside of her. But the General just slammed the crop harder, watching his helpless, naked captive squirm and beg until she finally passed out from the pain. The salty-musky flavor of the General overpowered her senses as she felt his sweaty testicles gently slapping against her chin. I want a good look at that sore pussy.” When Mira wasn’t fast enough to respond, the Islamic fighter slapped his open palm across her snatch. “Stupid cunt, you are supposed to SWALLOW. I better gag you so you don’t bite off your tongue.
