You can call me Bird; I've always liked birds." "Ya'll can call me Ox. Since babe we all doin' animal names that'll work for me." The largest of them, who the heavy set man had secretly found himself intimidated by, strangely felt less imposing with a name to put to the frame. The three of them turned to Bird's lover, "I've always been a dog guy... Hound work?" The group came to an agreement on what they would call one another, and with the names came a stronger sense of comfort between them. A woman's cry tore through the void of darkness as she raced through the trees in terror, her eyes widened in hopes of finding salvation in the distance but only falling upon vague shapes of trees painted with shadows; her thighs tensed as they carried her hourglass figure across the damp grass below, her large breasts sending twinges of pain through her chest and back as they bounced unrestrained and weighed her down. All she could hear was the sound of her own heavy breathing trapped within the hard casing pornstars of her mask, drowning out any hope of hearing how close her attacker was behind her; little did she know he was directly on her heels. With a swift lunge the frail man dove at the curvy woman's legs, sweeping them out from beneath her as she fell hard to the forest floor, releasing a horrified scream to the woods abound. A bone encased hand clasped around the buxom woman's throat as the lanky man forced himself between his victims sweat-bathed thighs, and quickly he could feel his rock hard length penetrating into the heat of the woman's groin. Crying out and choking on her own tears the busty woman tried desperately to force the man away from her, but with each thrust she could feel her strength gradually failing her, and the strangely powerful man with the frail body only became more aggressive. 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She lifted her into a seated position and hugged her terrified, weakened form close, the two large pairs of breasts pressing tightly together as the raped woman quivered and curled up against one of her two blowjob saviors. A few feet away stood the statuesque amazon, "She okay?" The red haired girl nodded, "I think she will be... deal with him?" By this point the frail rapist had begun to crawl away, but his attempts were in vain; the muscular form of the dark skinned woman carried her over to the attacker and took position Hardcore over him. Desperately the man flailed as he tried to free himself from the mighty woman's grasp, clawing and kicking as she lifted him off the grass by his neck and glared intensely through the slats in his mask directly into his tear filled eyes, "Please... I... I couldn't control myself... I thought it was a dream!" Her plated hand tightened on his throat, her eyes narrowing into the most violent of glares as she held his entire body suspended off the ground with a single arm. "A dream...? You thought you were dreaming? Do you think you're dreaming now?" Her booming, yet strangely womanly voice shook the pale man's entire body as he slowly stopped resisting, "Y-yeah...! Would I really... attack her if it wasn't.....?" Tears flowed from his eyes as the burn of his straining muscles became more intense, using every bit of his strength just to help relief the weight of his own body off of his neck. She sighed, obviously regretting her slip of the tongue. I tell her that the kids will won’t for nothing I also tell her that this is not the only home I own and that she and Michael will come with me on certain business trips I tell her that Blowjobs she won’t always be kept at home for me to use and abuse but I expect for her to follow my rules no matter where we are and she agrees. He put his hand under the covers and pushed it between her legs rubbing on her sex. She had a great body as well, slim and lithe, but very curvaceous. She replied “thank Becca I guess, I saw you two plenty, every morning”. That cover and a strategically placed jacket hid the bikes ‘extra feature’ as we took it down the stairs. They were still there when Ryan and I left. That would be a shame.' When we met up, I didn’t waste any time with her – I pinned her to the wall and practically ripped her pants off, giving foreplay no thought as I threw her over the bed and brutally pushed my way inside her. Suddenly my toes received the same treatment – the twins! I’m really glad that I found the courage to take blowjob that first big step and I’ll always be grateful to Jon for showing me that life really can be so good. We both laughed and had another drink. I rolled Troy over and taped his right wrist to his left forearm and repeated with his left wrist. 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