Elsa Jean Can’t Resist Taking On Two Massive Bbcs In A Wild Threesome

I squint at the passing highway signs trying to figure out how to get home …just in case. The realization coupled with my undoubted brain injury makes my skull feel like it is about to crumble to pieces at any second. As I regain consciousness, I softly begin to cry devastated that I didn’t get to die. My face is pressed heavily into the mud, his foot resting heavily against my head. Motioning with his crooked finger towards my shaking hands, I slowly and painfully offer my wrists knowing that my freedom has not only been stolen but even worse, surrendered. Oxygen races to my brain and rips through my lungs. Gently grazing the lacerations with my fingertips, I feel my soft black locks matt and tangle from the pooling crimson. I know he heard me. Grit and pebbles scrape against my tongue and teeth muffling my moans. I know he heard me. My heart gives a panicky jolt: clients never take me this far.