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The man pulled her up from her prone position over the sink and bodily moved her. The kitchen was a blur and she felt lightheaded from the sudden movement but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining table that occupied one corner of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then thrown across her face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her hips and flailed her head, managing to shift the apron just enough to see her silent attacker and was unsurprised – but relieved – to see Sam’s grinning face above her. In this position his cock was hitting just the right spot, plus he was much more comfortable than being taken over the sink, and the fact that she wasn’t actually Fingering being raped was also doing a lot for how good this felt. A look of lust filled her eyes as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her face. Instead he was looking down at masturbation where their bodies joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her amateur soft cunt for all it was worth. She cried out as his pace picked up, feeling his thick tool rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic hair grinding into her clit as their pubis’ mashed together. Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him withdraw one last time then slide his cock a couple of times between her bald lower lips, using her slit just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her body. The initial spurt smacked against the underside of her left breast with enough force that it produced a loud slap. The next travelled just as far leaving a solid rope between her breasts and down to her navel. Sam let out one final grunt as he sawed his cock along her slit, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to land on and seep into the neat triangle of red curls just above. Finally, he released her wrists and stepped away, nonchalantly buttoning his fly as he walked out of the kitchen to head to his room. Tegan lay across the table unmoving but for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost savage. Her pussy was tingling and felt raw. She didn’t mind, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would have expected this from Angus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given free reign over a willing slave? She unwound the neck strap of the apron and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to assess the damage. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her front, clinging to her breast and making a trail down the midline of her flat belly. She could Solo feel it coagulating in her navel. She was going to have to do something to educate these boys on the merits of finishing in her mouth! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully intent on wearing out her poor asshole, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many places as possible. Well, it was only day one. Glancing at the clock Tegan noticed it was not yet five so she could expect not to see Angus for another hour, though she wouldn’t put it past him to sneak out a little early knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some damp paper towels and hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her torso standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a quick scrub of her pubic curls. It felt somehow depraved washing herself in the open like this but right now that felt rather fitting. No sooner had she dispensed with the last of the paper towels when the front door flew open again and Angus strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen. “You’re early!” Tegan exclaimed, the first thought that popped into her head. “Yeah,” Angus drawled “I told th’ boss I needed to leave early.” He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the collar of his business shirt and tossing it over his shoulder. “Y’see it turns out I’m a very, very sick man.” Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan’s nude form and placed a indian hand on her cheek, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a little as her buttocks touched the cold metal. Despite the fact they were about the same height, she felt like he was towering over her. Angus lurched forward and kissed her on the lips, pressing his mouth against her as he pinned her to the fridge, then pulled back, gently patting her cheek. “So, you’re making Brian out to be some kind of hero for being abused, and leaving home, but when I leave Brian for the same reasons and circumstances, everyone jumps down amateur my throat with criticism? “The rogue priestess who enchanted your, uh, paramour,” Thea said. Zahrine watched with a timid stare – or, what stare she could manage with her face layered in horse tackle spackle – as the overgrown mass of green muscle approached her with a devilish look on his two-fanged face. Cathy didn't know what had happened. Beth stood and did as directed. A smile spread across her face. Trust me when I say this, sucking my cock will be the least of your worries if you don’t obey me.” I will not tolerate them making a mistake, I want all live feed on this." You want me to stop bragging because you know it's true. And powerful. The two had not quite done this before. The masturbation sisters returned over half an hour later with their life vests and sat down on the warm sand, waiting for their father and brother to return. "It hurts so much," she moaned to Alex when she finally caught her breath. —last a little longer I think I can—ungh! I inserted my thumb indian into her other hole to softy rub her big clit and also ran my thumb up and down her long labias. Scarlett and Fred’s girls petted Sandy’s ears then we returned to the living room. I felt a warm feeling in my raw ass as he filled my ass, and coated the raw lining with his seed. We had a big argument about our own commitments, mostly due to the fact she was a little abrupt when she called me at six to Fingering Solo inform me she was not coming home that night. Why he had four PHDs without ever telling them. But I was stronger than her spasms.