Anita Bellini’s Intimate Encounter With A Petite Hungarian Teen

I brought you here tonight to show you something. More fun for me.”
I cried into the hood of the car as he started to pump slowly in and out of my raw pussy, I felt throbbing starting as my abused vagina tried to produce lubricant to stop the pain. I was about 23 at the time, and in the perfect spot in my life. After rape, you will never look innocent again. It smelled like gasoline and sweat and I nearly gagged. I started to shiver and the man saw, and looked down at my body for the first time. “Im…..sorry. He noticed too and started to go faster and faster, and I felt my vagina squeeze around his cock, trying to expel it. I arched my back to try and get away from the violating cock that was invading my tight pussy, but he just pulled me closer in.