Supposedly Eli was some bad mother-fucker, but Andre wasn’t impressed. Blowjob sex His cockhead had a musk, like testosterone. Brady shuddered as the men guided her down the walk to the waiting SUV. It was a manly smell, and she didn’t hate it. His Russian accent reminded Brandy of Dracula and would have been funny on another man, but there was nothing funny about Vlad. Sunken but enlarged, they were watery and brown. In the next room Brandy could hear Andre and Trey laughing and Sveta crying. He wasn’t hard yet and Brandy jerked him, trying to get the humiliation over with as fast as possible. She felt the fingers slowly enter her tightest of fuckholes. There was a large bed and a bedside table. Trey smiled and nodded. He hadn’t held back at all, and he had hit her low in the belly, right above her pussy. Brandy whined from the pain inside her and the man shoved the toy deeper into her tiny, abused cunt.
