Despite her prison terms, she sighed contentedly; two cocks were always better than one. Brock fitted her with the extra helmet strapped to the hardtail buddy seat. “If you liked it up the ass, you would be perfect.”
She looked up at him in a trancelike state. It was hard to tell, but he guessed Laki was in her early twenties. “I was scared of what my dad would do to me next. Sam gave his son a low territorial growl; the voices in his head were not pleased that he had to share Rati. “Harder, daddy! Brock shook his long dirty-blonde hair back and put on his vintage lid with leather straps. His fingers searched for the opening between her legs, aggressively jamming them in without concern. Rati collapsed to the concrete floor finished in black and white stick-on vinyl tiles; she curled up in a fetal position as the three men stood around her.
