“Watch me, Adarian!” He growled, “Watch what I will do to your precious woman every night for the rest of her wretched life. Come, ebony my fellow chieftains, let us all enjoy the gift our queen has given me!” His snatched April up by her hair, “I am a generous Froktora.” And with his fists balled in April’s hair, he forced his cock all the way down her throat. I watched in horror as she took him in, her eyes watering as her neck bulged. He fucked her face in a fury of thrusts, smashing his crotch against her nose and mouth, pulling on her dog ears to force himself all the way down. And though she gagged and sputtered, though she retched and heaved, she locked her lips around his girth and slurped, her glistening eyes staring gratefully up him, delighted to receive his cock. Her tight body squirmed and bent in the netted clothing, her pussy blushing and leaking with desire, her anus winking invitingly. Never had she displayed such lechery for me, such physical desire, such wanton whorish lust. Through the gags and sputtering coughs that emanated from her violated mouth, I heard her mewling like a bitch in heat, her hands reaching back to grip her tan cheeks, her fingers sinking into supple flesh and white netting to spread her holes to the surrounding chieftains. One orc slipped beneath her and rammed his full length into her cunt; another squatted down blowjob and shoved his girth into her pink aperture. She wrenched in a back-arching bow, her pelvis tilting to take the cocks that were too big for her body, her holes stretched to salivating lips and sucking rims. Two more orcs came to her sides, and she enthusiastically took them in her hands, stroking them in time with the fervent cadence of her violation, her body jiggling into a blur as it was squished between the pressing forms of muscle. I could hear her gagged screams over the slapping of flesh, sounds she had had never made when she was with me, enslaved by a pleasure I could never give her. She wasn’t my April anymore. “Don’t feel so bad, Adarian,” Yavara’s sultry voice said from behind me, “she’s clearly happy; don’t you want her to be happy?” “I will kill you,” I hissed, “I will-” “You will do no such thing,” Yavara laughed as she stepped in front of me, “you will make love to me, Adarian, and you will turn dark and join me. Who knows?” Yavara grinned deviously as she lowered herself between my legs, “Maybe Brock will let you visit his new black whore.” Her bronze breasts bulged from the cutout in her leather-clad bust, the areolas stretching as the nipples sought the teen free air. Her lush lips pursed above my flaccid shaft, and blew gently across panties it, looking up at me with mirthful orange eyes. Watch April, Her voice commanded in my mind, watch your beloved be taken like the cum-slut she is. I could not deny her wishes, as much as I tried to avert my gaze. My eyes were compelled by her magic, and they were filled with the sight of my beloved, her little body writhing as her anus accommodated two cocks, stretched to an oval above her ruined slit, a black hunk of meat driving relentlessly in it as she stared back at her defilement, her mouth agape, her brow knitted in astonishment, uncomprehending of the heinous pleasure she endured, something so terrible no woman should ever enjoy. I couldn’t help it; it was the expression on her face that sent a jolt through my loins. It was the idea that she, the woman whose adventurousness extended to a risqué blowjob, would find ecstasy in such a disgusting thing that caused my cock to rise. You like watching her get fucked like the worthless piece of whore she is. Yavara cooed in my mind, You cuck, Adarian. Maybe I’ll make you watch every night. She wrapped a cool hand around my shaft and gently fondled me. Tears streaked my cheeks as I engorged for her, as my cock curved back and leaked at the tip before her blowing lips. She released me so that I could look down at her, her orange eyes glimmering with terrible desires. As they topped the whites of her eyes, she parted her purple lips, and consumed me. I gasped. Her pliant lips pillowed around me and pressed with gentle suction, and her wet tongue lathered me with a promising caress. I groaned, and she smiled victoriously, humming lecherous moans as she slowly sucked. She pressed her mouth to my base, her throat constricting perfectly about my tip, then she gradually drew upward, slurping around a devious smile until I popped from her lips, and she playfully licked the tip. I'm blowjob afraid she has taken a turn for the worse. Meanwhile, Linda took Sally by the hand and led her to the upstairs bedroom, so that both women could secretly change into their high school cheer leader outfits. Overall, I was pretty happy with what was happening to my body, especially because boys were looking at me all the time. And every guy with any experience knew the way into a girl's panties was black titty play. Dad even commented about how focused my eyes were on his glistening penis while I did this. Let her be wounded, in her pelvis to explain my nightmares, but nothing that can’t be fixed by panties a bacta tank to bring my Gara home safe and intact. Cutting it in half as straight as she could, she held it up, happy to see it look ebony just like a smaller top. “The game starts at 8 AM. "What you want next sugar?" she asks. As she rinsed teen off, he slipped a finger inside her, which made her moan loudly. My feet squirmed. Heather then went over to the Treadmills and started jogging. Those words sounded like excuses to him. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings or anything…” I’m sure you understand.” They ran up to me again.