Look at her," Ansh says to the stranger, his voice taunting, "My baby sister, begging for it like a cheap hooker." Your face burns with humiliation as the other man nods, his hand moving to his own crotch. Ansh's grip on your hair tightens, and he yanks your head back, forcing you to arch your back even more as your pussy clenches around his cock. "That's not how whores greet men,"
Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out as Ansh's cock hits that spot deep within you, making you scream his name like a mantra. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, "Take your brother's cock like the little whore you are." He wraps his other hand around your waist, his thumb brushing against your clit, sending electric currents through your body. You can't help but grind down on him harder, the friction making sparks fly behind your closed eyes. The car's interior lights flicker as you bob up and down, the leather sticking to your skin as your juices drench the seat. You're so lost in the moment that you don't notice the headlights of another car approaching until they're shining right in your face, illuminating the depraved scene. Ansh chuckles, not missing a beat, as he keeps his hand firmly planted on your neck, his thumb pressing down on your clit. "Show them what a good little slut you are," he whispers, pushing your face closer to the window.
"You're going to suck each one of us off," he continues, "And if you do a good job, maybe we'll let you go back to your husband." His words are like a cold shower, snapping you out of your daze. You struggle, trying to push away from Mr. Castellanos, but he holds you firmly, his other hand now fisting the front of your dress. "Please," you whimper, the gum sticking to the roof of your mouth as you attempt to plead. But your protests only seem to spur them on. Mr. Castellanos chuckles, his hand moving to the side of your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're going to love it. Just like you love the way they look at you." He pulls your face back to his, his cock now freed from his pants, pressing against your cheek. "Open up."
Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out as Ansh's cock hits that spot deep within you, making you scream his name like a mantra. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, "Take your brother's cock like the little whore you are." He wraps his other hand around your waist, his thumb brushing against your clit, sending electric currents through your body. You can't help but grind down on him harder, the friction making sparks fly behind your closed eyes. The car's interior lights flicker as you bob up and down, the leather sticking to your skin as your juices drench the seat. You're so lost in the moment that you don't notice the headlights of another car approaching until they're shining right in your face, illuminating the depraved scene. Ansh chuckles, not missing a beat, as he keeps his hand firmly planted on your neck, his thumb pressing down on your clit. "Show them what a good little slut you are," he whispers, pushing your face closer to the window.
"You're going to suck each one of us off," he continues, "And if you do a good job, maybe we'll let you go back to your husband." His words are like a cold shower, snapping you out of your daze. You struggle, trying to push away from Mr. Castellanos, but he holds you firmly, his other hand now fisting the front of your dress. "Please," you whimper, the gum sticking to the roof of your mouth as you attempt to plead. But your protests only seem to spur them on. Mr. Castellanos chuckles, his hand moving to the side of your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're going to love it. Just like you love the way they look at you." He pulls your face back to his, his cock now freed from his pants, pressing against your cheek. "Open up."
"Pathetic," he murmurs, his voice low and devoid of inflection, like ice cracking underfoot. "Like a stray bitch in an alley." His words sting, but they only fuel your desperation,
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"You're going to suck each one of us off," he continues, "And if you do a good job, maybe we'll let you go back to your husband." His words are like a cold shower, snapping you out of your daze. You struggle, trying to push away from Mr. Castellanos, but he holds you firmly, his other hand now fisting the front of your dress. "Please," you whimper, the gum sticking to the roof of your mouth as you attempt to plead. But your protests only seem to spur them on. Mr. Castellanos chuckles, his hand moving to the side of your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're going to love it. Just like you love the way they look at you." He pulls your face back to his, his cock now freed from his pants, pressing against your cheek. "Open up."
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Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out as Ansh's cock hits that spot deep within you, making you scream his name like a mantra. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, "Take your brother's cock like the little whore you are." He wraps his other hand around your waist, his thumb brushing against your clit, sending electric currents through your body. You can't help but grind down on him harder, the friction making sparks fly behind your closed eyes. The car's interior lights flicker as you bob up and down, the leather sticking to your skin as your juices drench the seat. You're so lost in the moment that you don't notice the headlights of another car approaching until they're shining right in your face, illuminating the depraved scene. Ansh chuckles, not missing a beat, as he keeps his hand firmly planted on your neck, his thumb pressing down on your clit. "Show them what a good little slut you are," he whispers, pushing your face closer to the window.
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