I look down. It hurt so much that surely he must have burnt me away and only a blackened ruin remains. But although my chest is heaving with fetish exertion the pale globes of my boobs look entirely unharmed. A light sheen of my sweat glistens across my cleavage and a droplet runs down into the central divide. My nipples are still hard, calling amateur out for male attention. It’s gone quiet. I raise my head with a jerk to see he’s waiting for me. Salarin feigns a move with the wand toward me, reality and I moan an animal plea for mercy. The sound of my voice is hoarse now, from endless screaming. “Shake those sensitive titties for me Melena, if you don’t want me to hurt them anymore.” Salarin orders me next. So I do. Shame is nothing compared to torture. I rise and fall onto the balls blowjob of my feet, up and down, up and down, until I’m in a rhythm that maximizes the bouncing of the heavy flesh of my breasts. I risk dropping my eyes to his groin and I think, “please get hard, please get hard enough to fuck me instead!” and when I see his loose desert pants are now bulging with a prominent erection I actually feel relief. While I jiggle I look pleadingly at his face, begging with my eyes that he finds my movements sufficiently arousing to rape me. In the moment when he raises the wand again, just before he brushes the goad back and forth across my breasts and I’m plunged back into hell, I have to understand that I’m so powerless I can’t even barter my body to avoid the torture. After an eternity of fire I become aware of time passing again, and find I am hanging as limply in teen the frame as Palonae did, my bodyweight nearly pulling my arms from their sockets. Then I realize I’ve started sobbing, great heaving sobs that make my chest shake and shudder and are so uncontrollable I can’t get my breath. Salarin is reaching for the fastening of his pants and I actually thank the gods when he unveils his dick, a heavily-veined revolting thing that’d darker than the rest of his skin. Omnipotent he moves in to me, so close I can feel his hot breath on my neck. I can’t see down far enough, but I can feel it. A hard point presses firmly between my nether lips, something the same temperature as my own sweat-soaked body. It is the head of him. He pauses for a moment, and then thrusts himself forcefully and deeply into me in the final victory. I feel a part of my inside tear and there is a new pain. It’s a different kind of pain, something deep within me, and the unlike the goad’s touch the damage from this is real. But I’m so lubricated by a day of the nanotech stimulating me that the pain of my first penetration by a man could be much worse. Physically it’s little compared to the wand, and it’s the mental hurt from having this secret torn from me that is devastating. My hymen is broken. I can never have that back. Salarin, taker of my virginity, begins to pump in and out of my vagina. “OHHHH daddy yes yes oh god that fetish feels so good more.” They stop and Mandy hugs and kisses him. They kissed and kissed again as their hands moved over their bodies. She did repeat so from all sides of dick without breaking her eye contact with me at any moment. I can see a bulge in your pants begin to grow as you comprehend the implications. He pulls out his dick, its huge. She feels the tip of his hard cock bounce into her ass. Not happy? “Not so fast. “Speed up you slut. And I intend to collect.” How long had amateur it been since blowjob she'd tasted that? Men and even women, have you ever been walking down the street just minding your own business while casually dodging the cracks in the sidewalk, as we all must do, when you suddenly look up and see that woman of your dreams, the one that stands out in the crowd to such an extent that you nearly walk into teen the lamppost. Maybe she did reality want this after all. I didn’t recall Nicole saying anything about going for a walk, and we’ve been texting all morning. Good. Our cum. But he was just so repulsive.