“Please, hit me. Her moistening pussy began to permeate the basement with a certain fragrance. XXX Please…fuck my daughter instead.” She couldn’t believe those words had left her lips, but they had. Rhonda’s eyes burned with fury, and she spit in his face. Get in there. Natalie was struggling in her bonds. The saliva glistened on his mask as he stood up with a dark chuckle. “Don’t let a group of strangers gang rape us!”
“Stop complaining, cute cunts. Yes Master, fuck me!” Natalie groaned, her body tense beneath him. She also didn’t want this brutal man to hurt either herself or her daughter with that nasty-looking combat knife, so she did exactly as he said. “That’s it, sluts. Her fluids spewed into Rhonda’s face, soaking the mattress, dribbling down Rhonda’s chin and filling her mouth with the sweet-cloying taste of cunt cream.
