Speak up before it's too late. Things are getting out of control and you need to get out of this situation while you still can.
From Create Your Own Story
You call out to the men desperately, your voice cracking and your words faltering. You beg the employee with the box cutter to let you go, and plead that you have made a mistake. A croaked whisper comes out of your mouth where you expected the pleas to be. They couldn't understand you even if they wanted to, even if they saw you as anything other than a life support system for a hot, wet pussy.
The employee sheaths his box cutter, lifts your skirt, and you feel his cock brush up against you as he lines it up with your twat. A tear wells in your eyes. The first time you had sex was just last night, before your boyfriend dumped you on his way out, his semen still dripping from your pussy lips. So when the man slams his dick deep into the walls of your cunt, the abrupt pain of having a hard pole thrust into your tight, inexperienced clam is enough to send a cry of pain between a scream and a moan from your lips. The man put all of his weight behind the thrust, and your pussy feels bruised. The thrusts don't get easier. Each feels just as heavy as the last. The fullness that you feel, his massive rod taking up every inch of you, sends more pussy juices dripping down your leg. Some of your juice squirts out on the floor. Onlookers laugh, as it seems your likeness has brought a crowd.
Suddenly your hair is yanked downward, and another hard cock is shoved toward your face.
You quickly...
- close your lips. You won't make that sacrifice of your dignity.
- open wide. The quicker these men finish up the quicker you can get out of this mess.
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny & Hormonal | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
