Morning gave way to afternoon, the sun was high when the drugs had finally burned through her system but the damage had been done. Melony had been mentally broken by her captors, reduced to this drooling cock sleeve that only came alive when a horse cock was rutting inside her. A centaur was mounted over her then and was brutally thumping his mighty cock head against her bruised cervix. She went stiff with every buck of his hips, whimpering and groaning from this bout of internal abuse, yet a smile curled at the corners of her slackened mouth, her lazy tongue flopping against her lips. As his cockhead flared in her twitching passage and those long strokes shortened into jackhammering stabs she openly begged him to give it all to her. Her words spilled out in senseless babbles, stuttered by the raw power he was putting behind every ruthless shove. She came on the spot when his molten seed blasted against her insides, until this thick release was roiled in her core, pushing her flushed pink midriff against the splintered wood she was strapped over. Her body convulsed while being inflated with his deposit, with every pulse of his entrenched cock she was certain she was going to burst. When he was finally spent, he yanked free from her so suddenly she let forth a barking cry as another orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt was still twitching when another horse cock was rammed up her asshole and every pump of that fat rod had her squealing with a sensation of being impaled. Yet she adored the feeling when they got so deep up her ass, pumping to the hilt so she could feel those huge nuts bouncing off her group orgy thighs. When night had fallen over the camp, there was a massive pool of cum under the rack, churned into a brown muck with the dirt.They had long since raped Melony unconscious, her mouth was hanging open, her breaths labored while drooling a slurry of spit and cum. She looked fat but it was all the horse semen lost in her guts, her wrists and adorable ankles scraped raw from them fucking her so vigorously. Her once tight openings had been reduced to gaping caverns, red and raw from overuse, a cold breeze was welcome balm to the hot ache of her nethers. The lips of her pussy were bruised purple and hanging slack under a thick froth of churned seed and her sopping arousal. Her ass cheeks fared no better, spanked red by calloused hands and marked with purple lashes where they japanese spanked her with rods when no centaur was having a turn with her. Another set of cum and mud-caked hooves slammed down against the rack in front of her and shocked her awake. The potent reek of booze was stinging her nostrils and it was coming off the horny centaur, a scent that told her she was about to be getting it rough. His cock was slapping at her sore cunt, struggling to aim it right, but then with a hard push he was deep inside and plowing at her ragged cavern. She whimpered from the force of his equine hips, the rack tiling forward under them from the force of his oriental thrusts, wringing startled cries out of her, he was fucking her more recklessly than the others. It didn't take long at all for her to feel him clubbing his cock against the tenderized barrier to her womb. He growled as he did so, wanting to claim something that hadn't been fucked a hundred times before him. Her yells were frantic, pleading for him to stop, pulling at the bonds of her wrists, feeling his intent far too keenly against her cervix. Then it gave way with a shudder, his hard cudgel smashed against the spongy walls of her baby chamber, the beastman chuckled deeply when he broke her pussy with his cock. The scream she had intended to let loose came out as a gurgle, body wracked with convulsing spasms, eyes twisting frantically in their sockets when he fucked her womb all the way under her ribcage. His cock was punching the air right out of her lungs and he could feel the flutters of her heart against his dick every time he pushed into her. She keenly felt him flaring in her chest and was horrified by the knowledge that she was going to die under him. It was while he fucked her so hard and deep, her pussy chose this moment to spray its warm cum all over the dense nuts slapping against her thighs. The drunk centaur pumped inside the womb he had lodged in her chest cavity with a pleasured groan. She managed one final croak of agony when her ribs began to expand, the cartilage creaking from the strain from Groupsex such volume spilling inside her. All her vital organs pushed aside for his thick deposit, squished against the cage of bones and her heart shuddered its last throb from the pressure. He drew me into his arms and held me like I was the most adored woman in the world. Soon, she urged him to turn his body back around so that they would be head to head and then she carefully turned her back to him, lifted her leg a little and Groupsex placed his hard and swollen cock between her legs against her swollen and japanese very wet pussy lips. Rose's eyes group orgy shot wide, looking to Alex in the mirror. His spit-coating provided ample grease for him to stick his prick up into her. It's a bit awkward with my hands tied, so you undo them, oriental and quickly rescure them with the belt and lift them above my head. Won't hurt your throat so much and will make Haranga happier. Nothing,” he said and turned straight back again. All of the adorable seniors vote, AND the coach and faculty advisor vote. She felt being in heaven, this boy was decent down there and she was so turned on that when he found her clit she went crazy. He'd never been more disgusted with himself. How could she possibly forgive Selina for seducing Jake? “Fuck that is huge,” they both muttered in unison as Margaret removed her blouse, exposing a brilliant pair of tits with very erect nipples. Definitely . . . I have to go now, or I will be late for yoga. If Jake had been old enough to appreciate what he was looking at he would have been a happy little bunny. I'm gunna cu,......cum!" Having fantasized about girls this age for years, his son may have provided the opportunity to gain some first hand . . . Maybe he had forgotten about me…I walked into his office and stood there…the light was behind me and I wondered if Mr. Emerson could see the outline of my body through my dress. He seemed a little surprised to see me and then said that if I took the job I had better get used to it as he usually had breakfast before he got dressed. She stood by a blonde futa with glasses. I was told I made it up the stairs slowly, my face, shoulder, stomach, legs and crotch still ached. What a delightfully mean woman! “Really upset.