Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Tamaras already rapid breath rate only increased as Tommy leaned in, bringing their bodies even closer together as he returned her halfhearted kiss. Where hers had been tepid at best, his reaction was far stronger, pressing down insistently and parting her plump red-tinted lips with his own. The arid dusty little gift shop suddenly filled with the slick wet sounds of their mouths entwining, and if during the moment the tears that have been gathering in her dark lashes finally spilled over, trailing down her smooth brown cheeks, it was unlikely to be noticed by her enthusiastic partner. As she felt herself being lowered down towards the floor, the mans hand sliding around her waist to settle between her shoulder blades, Tamara reached up to grab at the baseball cap. She held in it limply in her hand for a brief moment, before finally letting it drop to the floor with her other discarded clothes. A little whimper sounded in the back of her throat as his other hand took a tight grip on her generously rounded behind, squeezing just enough that she felt it. That wasnt all she felt either. Rubbing warmly against her thigh Tommys erection now tented the front of his pants, and she could practically make out the shape and outline of its hard length even through the soiled denim. She knew that any moment he would be reaching down, drawing it out, angling the smooth shaft towards the V of her bare crotch. Tamara tried to prepare herself for that moment, knowing instinctively that this mans reactions might determine what happened to her next as she wrapped her own slender arms around his chest, pink-painted fingernails digging into fabric of his coat as pressed her hands hard against his back. Shanti shook her head rapidly as Don brandished the bottle again, her blood already dripping from the jagged tip and down the greenish glass. Her long silky dark hair trailed over her shoulders, several tendrils of it sticking to the previous wound. N-n-noplease, please, please ! she screamed frantically, her voice rising in pitch as a wound opened up just below her dangling breasts. The cut welled up and two little crimson tendrils began to work their way down the soft mound of her heaving stomach, framing her belly button. The young college student was visibly shaking as her small frame hung suspended in the air. A timid girl even in normal times, the fear had now swallowed Shanti whole, leaving her crying uncontrollably, barely able to speak between the choking hiccupping sobs that had overtaken her voice. Her attention was nonetheless hyper focused on Don, her big doe-like brown eyes shifting from his face to the bottle and back again in obvious terror. II-I-I- the words at first came so fast and trembling they sounded more like a dogs panting than a human voice. R-r-reneeand Mel and her s-s-sisterand andthe black g-g-girl Even though shed just been speaking with her moments before the men had appeared, Tamara was the least familiar of the girls to Shanti and her name now somply refused to come. Thats all! I swear to God, I swear Please dont cut me! The ripe musky smell of her attacker wafted up into her nostrils even as Christy fought not to choke on the salty sweaty taste of Brodys length. As it grew inside of her mouth, becoming thicker, her lips had to stretch to accommodate it. The inside of her cheek was still bleeding from the gash, and soon it began to leak around the edges as she bobbed up and down on him miserably, coarse grimy hairs tickling the end of her upturned nose. A slimy mixture of saliva, blood, and precum slowly gathered in a slick sheen on her lower lip before finally spilling onto her chin and spotting her shirt. She continued to cry as the blowjob quickened in pace, the tears flowing steadily down her bruised face while Brody took control of her aching head, his protruding gut pushing back warmly against her forehead. Every fresh touch of the steel brought a noticeable flinch, her shoulders hunched up around her slim neck, the fear she now held the big man in very plain to see. Some of her dark brown hair had come loose from its ponytail during their previous struggling, several strands of which now fell over her face and sprouted around her small ears. Eventually her moist pink tongue started to press against the bottom of his thick girth, increasingly eager to end things now, before he decided turn more forceful or violent again. Maybe he would even let her go when it was over... maybe ... please ...