One person started rubbing the entrance of my p***y, preparing me as if I needed it, even though I was already more than ready. My guard was there watching me as I tried to contain myself; the finger rubbing my p***y seemed to be so thick, and I loved every movement it made.
“This is what you wanted, right?” The guards asked, and I nodded, parting my lips as I felt a d**k enter me; the hands feeling wet were holding me in place from my waist, and it all just felt good.
“Oh yes.” I moaned but answered my guard.
“They are not tested, so I hope you know what you're getting into.” He warned, and honestly I felt he was a little late with his stupid advice. Now that I already had a strange d**k in me, is it the time he wants to say this?
The man inside me groaned, and I felt his nut travel i
