章 597: 3 R-18
She couldn't move, and every time she reached the lowest point, the touch of her tongue would always make her scream and moan uncontrollably.
It was as if she had really become a clock that told time, reminding her and the man of the passage of time with her helpless moans.
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down.
Apart from the coldness of her body and the heat of her private parts, the only thing that reminded her that she still existed was the unstoppable pleasure, the touch of the tip of her tongue sweeping across her honey hole and anus. Every struggle made this shameful pendulum move. For nearly eternity, she turned from people to objects, becoming part of this obscene time-telling system. Every uncontrollable moan meant the passage of time, and it was difficult to even divert her attention, because the sound came from Her own vocal cords.
Before she could get used to all this, her bare toes touched the cold floor and stepped into the puddles formed by her flowing semen.
Every fall brought Loya closer to the ground. At this moment, she was completely pressed against the man's face. The restraint of the M letter allowed her to only slightly feel the cold and wet floor with her feet. The sense of reality awakened her confused mind.
The movement of the pendulum also stopped. At this moment, she was never separated from the man for a second. Soon, the burning heat infected her body, itching and slight pain, and the uncontrollable pleasure engulfed her lower body. Swallowing, and the numbness caused by the restricted blood flow made the only feeling of touching the ground so unrealistic.
The many restraints on her body dispersed her weight almost perfectly, so that Loya could not feel any pain from being strangled at this moment. But if there was no pain, in the dark cellar, even the man who was abusing her would How could she distinguish everything in the darkness where she couldn't even see?
It was as if her vagina was floating in the man's mouth instead of growing on her body. At this moment, she seemed to be a prisoner existing in nothingness and being baptized by pleasure forever. Her sensitive body senses made her The experience of darkness, emptiness and pleasure is much more profound, even overwhelming the sense of reality.
She forced herself to calm down, but she couldn't divert her attention no matter what. The violence that was stirring in her vagina and almost stretching her vagina could not be ignored at all.
And in an instant, without even giving her a chance to react, the man held her thighs and lifted her up. The thighs were spread apart so that even the little room for her original struggle disappeared. The man seemed to be greedy for wine. He held her body like an aristocrat and licked her back and forth, from the pubic mound dotted with delicate pubic hair to the wide-open anus. The sound of drinking was as loud as the sound of water splashing on the water. , even Loya herself couldn't explain why she kept flowing out honey like this, just like the endless wine glass given by the gods in the legend, making people drink from it.
But at this moment, her voice couldn't even be suppressed. It finally followed the small holes in the gag, and as the saliva overflowed, it hit the four walls and the ceiling that she finally saw when she rolled her eyes. Everywhere was devoured.
The man shook his head slightly, going from one petal to another, not sparing any sensitive part. The honey juice that he couldn't finish no matter what happened slipped from the corner of his mouth.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!...!", less than half an hour, Loya got an embarrassing squirt. She bit her gag tightly, but she couldn't suppress the sound, nor could she stop the flow of saliva.
She couldn't stop itching, couldn't stop climaxing, couldn't stop moaning and struggling, and it was like a squirting that was trying to drain all the water out of her body. She spent nearly an hour in this nightmare-like position. The humiliation and torture, the continuous pleasure began to be mixed with slight pain, and as if to give her a chance to recover, the rope lifted her up again, away from the hell of pleasure.
Her lungs hurt as if they were going to explode, and were as heavy as if they were filled with water. The laughter that kept tickling and the moans that couldn't stop due to pleasure mostly had nowhere to go, reverberating inside her body, transforming her body into a Gotta get weird.
If the main show starts now, how many times will she climax? Will he have an orgasm from this cock that has bullied countless women?
Her question was not answered. The man seemed to have little interest in penetrating her vagina. Instead, he stood in front of her and looked at her naturally hanging, graceful breasts like water drops with unpleasant eyes.
Loya could feel this unpleasant sight and a little excitement brought by this sight.
Even though she felt ashamed and blamed herself for the thought, maybe, this guy would be the third person to make her orgasm so easily - no, the idea was a betrayal of the two people she loved.
No matter what, she would definitely make this third guy turn into a hanged corpse, be buried three feet under and slowly rot into a puddle of smelly mud, in order to comfort those who were harmed by him, as well as herself.
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