Lisa’s hips bucked twisting against the terrible fisting. Indian sex She quivered as he ran his hand up and down her bruised thigh. Racked in pain Lisa screamed begging for mercy but the woman probed twisting her fist around. “Sergi, Sergio, Sergio. “Thank You. He looked into her red screaming face, distorted in pain almost beyond recognition. Thank You.” Lisa was crying. Lisa looked around at men and women talking, laughing and joking. Darkness. “AGHHHHHHHHHHH” Lisa pinned up against the picnic table as the dick shove into her butt. “HARDER HARDER” They laughed. Blurred she looked around, there were men with the women and they were all laughing. Desperate to breath she reached back but hands quickly pinned her hands and feet to the table. “HMMMM, that is better, Sergio laughed as
he pushed his cock slowly down her throat. Deeper.” The Russian men crowded around the table as the women fisted Lisa, her hand buried up to her wrist, pushing the jagged ice cubes deeper inside the teen
