Sex Underwater - Girls

This infidel cunt bewitched me with her --" There was a loud thwack as the General leapt shaved up into the truck bed and pistol-whipped his trusted lieutenant, sending him sprawling facedown between the girls. "I am not interested in excuses, Kasim - only obedience. If you cannot remember that, then perhaps my faith in you is misplaced." "No, General, please!" Kasim begged, clutching his gashed head gingerly as small tits he winced. "I will do better. I will make up for my failings, Sir. Whatever it takes." The General Aamir grunted, a barely mollified sound. "We will see, Kasim. We will see." He threw up one hand in a gesture of impatient disgust. "Get that milky-white cunt thoroughly washed up and then meet me in Commander Hakim's tent. Move your ass!" "Yes, Sir!" General Aamir began to rummage through a lockbox in the back of the truck. "Ah, here we go." The stocky general drew out a pair of manacles and a gold collar with a long chain. Putting them aside temporarily, he then proceeded to untie Sandy's wrists and ankles. "Step down from the truck, blonde cunt." Sandy obeyed. Then she watched with horror as he stepped down after her, picked up his new bondage devices, and set to work. First he snapped the manacles around her wrists, which were at least in front of her now instead of behind her back. But she couldn't stop herself from stiffening further when he snapped the metal collar in place around her neck. It was surreal, the way he carefully lifted her long golden hair out so that the strands wouldn't get caught as the collar snapped into place. That he could be so considerate about a little detail like that and then treat her like…like she wasn't even human otherwise…well, it was a contradiction Sandy would never comprehend. "S-sir, where are you taking me?" Now, grasping the chain at the end of Sandy's collar, he suddenly tugged it toward him, and the busty naked blonde went stumbling forward. "Come, American slave, it is time for us to have a nice little visit with Commander Hakim before we get you and your friend settled in for a long evening of rape." Sandy had a few fleeting moments to kinky glance over her shoulder at Layla, and the Lesbian captives' hearts reached out toward one another. Then the moment was cut viciously short as the General's next yank on the leash pulled Sandy out of view. Sandy tried to get her bearings as her captor led. The rebel camp was spread out between two hills, with sentries posted at the high points. The valley between Big Tits the hills had a main thoroughfare of sorts, with medium-sized tents lined up on either side. Everyone was congratulating me. I looked at Ryan. My cunt clenched, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I wanted to have the courage to be like Clint and enjoy my sister. kinky Were they fraternal twins? An old tin box we virtually After twiddling her nipples a few more times – much longer than she felt was strictly necessary – he moved on, massaging her stomach muscles and shuffling backwards to straddle her legs further down. She groaned, wiggling her hips, her tartan skirt swirling, clinging to her tight rump. “I think we’re just going to trust your judgment.” Sam said, with another shrug. Before moving back down and tasting the combined juices on Big Tits his cock. It was like I Lesbian wasn't hearing the source of the footsteps, but their echo bouncing small tits off the far wall in the other reality before crossing over into this one. Sara slid her shaved right foot off of the brake and eased forward. There’s no way I’m going back there. “I'm going to explode.” How could I tell her? “You were high, you took some pills?” Recently, after giving her mom a massage that turned into sex, she mentioned she would like Aimee to get a massage from me. That night I thought she was asking me to have sex with her daughter, but as the weeks went by, I realized she probably did just want her to have a massage.