Thread: Springbreakers & Gangbangers {darkest_fate&Google}

Naturally Faith squealed as her ID got worked out of her pocket. The girl had carried the real one with her just in case they'd gotten picked up by the police or something along those lines a very real possibility when hanging out with an intoxicated Brit. Seeing it in the grimy hands of the people who'd essentially kidnapped her just twisted Faith's stomach into tighter knots. There was a moment of hope, where just a bit flared up within her as the henchman yelled out her age. Maybe she'd be too young for them? She was certainly close to the age of some of their daughters, surely, if they had any. Faith couldn't stop that bit of hope from crossing into her face for a bit, only to melt away as she looked at Kane's grinning smile. With that look, you'd think that Jailbait was Kane's favorite thing in the world. Faith and Brit then turned to Candy, both falling silent and, for a moment, still as they watched their friend, Faith, horrified, Brit, stunned and slightly angry. Candy had always been the arbitrator, the one in the middle, the one stopping those two from killing one another. And she'd been the one with a serious boyfriend, a nice guy that they all genuinely liked, and one who was probably half the size of Kane. As the pants went down, it became clear that Candy's paramour was half the size of Kane in more than one way. The kneeling girl's eyes widened and widened as she saw the cock snaking its way upward. Each time a new inch of black flesh came into view, the girl was convinced they'd reach the end, that she'd see coarse curly hairs within moments. Instead, more cock came. Then more. And soon Candy's eyes were locked on a thirteen that didn't take much to comprehend. R--right, she managed, hearing the quaver in her own voice. How the hell did you deal with a cock this big? Candy sometimes had troubles with her boyfriend's cock, particularly when she tried to get it in her mouth. He'd always been pretty happy with just getting the head in, and Candy had learned how to work her tongue and lips so that usually more than pleased him. She'd even learned to sometimes drink cum, which seemed to get him right in the mood to return the favor or even treat her right. So perhaps Kane would be the same way? She was a pretty girl much younger than he. So Candy leaned up, her lips still glistening from the lipstick and gloss she'd put on for the night's clubbing. A hand moved to brush her poorly dyed blonde hair out of her face, bits catching in her lips. She licked them clean, adding another shimmering layer as she lowered. She could smell him, the thick aroma of his masculine musk wafting up. It curled Candy's stomach, made her want to pull back, resist, run away. Her eyes flicked behind her, just hearing Faith's nearly silent sobbing. Candy rolled her shoulders then. She brought up her hands, one going to start feeling around those hefty balls. The fingers spread along it, feeling their heft, feeling the skin sliding between the slender digits. Another began working at wrapping as much as possible around the base, though Candy had guessed her fingers wouldn't touch. A pink tongue slid from a teenage mouth, and Candy started sliding it along the head, wincing slightly. Her eyes moved up, looking at the expanse of Kane, watching, wanting a feeling for how to proceed, what to do to end this as quickly as possible.