THREESOME WITH STRANGERS 7.
Ella felt their hands all over her, petting her sweaty thighs, her heaving breasts, her flat belly..
“I… I’m not on the pill. I can’t get bred. I can’t get pregnant!” Her voice thundered, icy fear spilling into her hot waves of pleasure.
“Actually, that makes things much easier for us.” Roy said, looking down into Ella’s wide eyes as he stroke his turgid member. “ you’ll be seeing how easy it is for us soon enough.”
Ella couldn’t respond. The man below her lifted her shivering body off his c**k, and the man behind her bent her forward. No sooner had she felt the thick manhood buried inside her p***y, sliding against her mound than she felt the thick head of the man behind her thrust into her.
Immediately they renewed their assault, keeping Ella forced over,
