The blond man is preparing himself, knotting his hand in my hair, so I know what he intends. “Please!” I sob to him. “Not my Reflex. I’ll go along with whatever you want. Just not my Reflex.” At first when he takes his turn he’s not quite ready to penetrate. He likes my breasts and plays with them, feeling their weight and pulling at my nipples while I’m forced to kiss him as though I’m his girlfriend. I go along with this, doing everything I can to please in case it deters him from the trigger of my hair. I’m amateur counting the times my Reflex has been activated, wondering if it’s already been enough for the color of my markings to start to change. How many now? Once with Klink and three from Hardcore these guys already. Groping me and kissing me makes blond-stubble hard enough to be ready to enter, and he steers me back onto my belly on the bed. I’m not resisting any more, but he triggers my Reflex again anyway, moments before he cums inside my ass with a grunting climax. I think he does it because he know it’s the last thing I want. I am empty. Blackness. The dark haired one, he who took me first is already aroused again. I’m made to kneel and take his penis in my mouth this time. Cowed by the direst threats of punishment with the egg or the Reflex if I even touch him with my teeth, I work my tongue and lips to bring him to full hardness. This is the first time I’ve tasted a man’s cock. They’re so disgusting I have to fight the urge to retch. Dark-hair didn’t think it necessary to clean himself after his pov first conquest of me, so his stale dick is flavored semen, my blood and the foul taste of my own backside. It pleases him to see me react to what I’m enduring, so I’m forced to keep my teen gaze directed humbly up at him the whole time, never breaking contact. My eyes, he tells me are “big and beautiful”. It’s not easy to keep looking up at him blowjob while flooded with the taste of my own shit, especially when he thrusts so deep into me he makes me retch from the sensitive trigger at the back of my throat. Only then did he lift her skirt blowjob up and what he saw shocked him. Tossing my salad… what the hell is that? Her channel-jumping grew slower as she purred, dropping the glass to roll on the soft carpet and running her palm over a row of hardening nipples. It’s what they amateur call a deathly silence. Awee! He knelt down in front of Brie and placed her teen foot into the skate. Slow music stated playing. That counts as an AWESOME response. Their armor plating did nothing to Hardcore protect them. pov This was a weekday and early, the stores were empty.