He groaned a plaintive, almost agonized sound as the churning seed in his testicles shot up into the wet, warm depths of his girlfriend’s pussy. A nameless Mexican biker with a shaved head had Ashley pinned to the concrete, fucking her. Today was proof of that. Let me know your thoughts. Blackness danced along the edge of her vision. Footsteps echoed on the stairs leading down into the basement. Looking up at his girlfriend’s cum-covered face, Brad tried to give her words of comfort, to say anything that might soothe her battered soul. For an earlier story I had promised to do an alternate ending, and some readers seemed to like the idea. Ready? Ready? The two naked captives began to hungrily lap up every last morsel. Ooohh, yes, this should be FUN.” He stepped around her. Ashley let herself go, moaning even as Nate’s cock filled her mouth.
