Tied Victim in the Basement

Boys were cheering. There was a girl in there, a slut writhing in passion. Delilah White had a cock in all three of her holes. The nineteen-year-old girl was a veteran of being gang-banged. She reveled in hedonistic lust. Her large breasts bounced before her as she rode up and down BDSM on Bruce's thick cock. The mixed-race youth gripped her hips as she worked up and down his dick. Ryan fucked her from behind, a tall, twenty-year-old boy with a goatee. Nate was the one feeding Delilah his cock. He was short, his black hair buzzed short like a soldier's and possessed the compact build of a wrestler. “That's it, suck that dick,” he ground as the figure dropped the special pair of panties on Delilah's discarded clothing. In the process, it snatched up her dainty thong, a strip of black cloth that didn't look like it could cover anything. The figure wanted to stay. To watch her fornication. The figure had plans, a new idea to test with this pair of panties. Something beyond just changing her personality. It wanted to see if it could shape her body. It took one last look at her bleached-blonde hair dancing about her face as she sucked and moaned and shuddered through her next orgasm. Then the figure was gone. Sometime later, when all the guys have finished using her and Delilah was sobering up, she stumbled towards her clothing. So much jizz spilled down out of her Bondage holes. The spunk dribbled from her ass. It ran down her thighs. It coated her. Dad's going to be so pissed when anal tits I get home, she thought with some glee, aching to throw her activities in his face. Ever since her mother died, her father sought to control her. She hated it. She bent down and snagged up the panties. “The fuck?” she muttered, her bleached-blonde hair spilling across her face as she bent over further. “Who the fuck stole my Euro panties and replaced them with this kiddy shit?” She glanced at the snoring guys who'd fucked her. She snorted and stepped into them. Delilah White A strange tingle ran through me as I stepped into these kiddy panties. I couldn't believe someone had stolen my thong and replaced them with these. He was on her in seconds, first kissing her belly, then sucking on her nipples, then her neck, and then her mouth. I stood up and put the camera back on the tripod. "Yes Colonel, I have him now." The other stranger approached her face and she cupped his balls, drawing the head of his cock into BDSM her anal mouth as her other hand stroked her husband’s shaft. Three more times we got asked to flash our tits before we decided to go over and talk to some cute guys. The ghoul began held her by her shoulders as he pounded. "Unh, unh, unh! Satisfied with that, he began examining the ground to make sure he hadn't missed anybody. It somehow even Bondage managed to come out of my nose. Apparently the rest would be explained on arrival. Such drama. He Euro let out a long and extensive breath as his body went weak. She was my favorite slave to fuck up the ass. "Stroke him faster," I said to Emma. While parting my suit bottom tits a little out of the way to pee (because I was outside and didn't want to be naked) I brushed my pussy lips with my fingers... I’m convinced my soul left my body for a while there. A knock at the door made Jessie's heart jump nearly out of her chest. For her too, it was unimaginable. "Ah, good question." That’s what got me going this morning too.”