We eye up our remaining opponents cautiously. All of us are japanese recalculating. Two in the pit, Soar said. The rules were simple. Only one more needs to be sacrificed and that somehow makes the imperative to not be asian her even more desperate. Again fierce-eyed women close on each other. We’re getting tired, and all of us are breathing heavily and coated in a gloss of sweat. With my broken rib it’s particularly hard to exert myself. Unable to evade her, Almond-Eyes almost catches me once again, but she has an injured knee too and when it gives way it is her turn to go face down on her belly, rump up into the air. She’s almost tight pussy in the center, so there’s no possibility of kicking her to the edge of the circle, but I have my idea. I throw myself teen onto Almond-Eyes’ back as though I’m going for a wrestling pin, ignoring the terrible pain this causes in my broken chest. Hoola and Tits watch with incomprehension. Before any of them can consider what I might do, I’ve seized the ponytail of Almond-Eyes hair between my jaws and I’m pulling back down her body. Without the use of my hands the buildup of pressure on her skull is terribly slow and Almond-Eyes fights desperately once she understands the danger. But it’s too late. She emits a low, almost orgasmic groan, and her body goes limp underneath me. I almost sigh with relief. By the time she’s free of the hypnotic stupor of The Reflex, it will all be over. I get back to my feet to see Hoola backing away warily. We have her outnumbered, and Tits is closing confidently for the kill. Quickly I say to the frizzy brunette, “Help us… it doesn’t have to be you.” Tits looks at Hoola. Hoola looks at me. She nods. So I’m not proud of how it ends. I’ve always detested bullying in any form, but if one of us has to go – well then, Hoola was my lover and I care for her still. So a team of three girls end up mobbing one girl, one poor almond-eyed girl who gets to her feet so drugged she barely understands where she is, and then it takes the least of nudges and prods to drive her over the edge into the doom waiting beneath. It couldn’t have been a more complete victory for us. Tits and I are both safe, and added to our numbers departing Cancis Rock will be Hoola. Of all the women captured from Vengeful Goddess she was closest to me, and would have been the one I’d have chosen to save. But I do not send another woman to mass rape lightly, so unable to escape the sounds of Almond-Eyes screams from in the pit I weep like a child, more from remorse than from my wounded body. amateur Tits and Hoola are looking to the box, uncertainly. All compulsion to fight is gone from us. The crowd are booing, hate coming at us from all directions. They’ve made it clear Tits and I were the prettiest, and therefore they’d rather the two of us were being raped to death in the pits below. The Governor also looks pissed, but Soar cannot be weak enough to go back on his own rules, so he gives the sign to extend the bridge and we limp back across to safety. Tits has blood seeping down her leg, wounded by a kick from another woman. “And young Ryan is going to do that to me, tight japanese pussy Kim, you’re scaring me, isn’t it painful?” They looked almost identical save for one teen noticeable difference. Jeff straightened up and spoke first. In less than a minute I had a fully matured erection, it formed a large tent in the front of my briefs. I put my cock against her pussy. I pulled Nena near and our lips locked and I could taste my own cum in her mouth. It shocked and fascinated her, watching these images of herself, in her somewhat severe office clothing, down on all fours beneath asian amateur a table in a public restaurant, her skirt riding up her thighs while she used her mouth to pleasure this man she barely knew. A wonderful family bound by incestuous love. It would hurt her. Your cunt has proved to be problematic. “Yes, yes, yes!” moaned Branka.