Bestiality shit torture.
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Jennifer Landås universe quickly centered itself around her vagina and the large pistoning engine therein. As if from a great distance, she thought she heard Sanchez say something about being good to Lieutenant Mayan while he did something or other, but it was utterly impossible for the young woman to concentrate on anything other than the business at hand. Which at the moment consisted of being fucked within an inch of consciousness by the virile Latin Lieutenant.
Jennifer had never in her life experienced any drug before, and certainly nothing like the very potent cocaine hydroxide that sheåd just been given. Sensations of ultimate power coursed through Jenniferås sizzling nerve endings. And the nerve endings that sizzled the most were those surrounding Mayanås cock. As Jenniferås vaginal muscles alternately contracted and relaxed with alarming rapidity, she could feel every inch of her loverås tremendous penis. The sensations were so well deîned that Jennifer could almost "see" through the walls of her vagina the broad head of Mayanås cock as it parted her moist tissues on its way deep inside of her. Then as the huge presence withdrew, Jennifer felt herself close down behind it, her muscles hugging the tip sequentially down the entire length of her birth canal. It was a fucking the likes of which Jennifer had never before experienced nor even dreamed about. Instinctively Jennifer raised her hips up off the surface of the desk, seeking to meet her loverås strokes. Unconsciously she moved her hands to the backs of Mayanås elbows. Jennifer Land began to participate.
Raoul Sanchez watched the proceedings for a few minutes until he was certain that the American woman had fully accepted his Lieutenant. He smiled a knowing smile when at last Jennifer placed her hands on Lieutenant Mayanås arms. Sliding her hands up from the backs of his elbowås the haughty bitch dug her manicured îngernails into Mayanås ïexing triceps. "She was his," Sanchez thought with a smile as he turned away then quietly left the room.
Approximately a half hour passed before the door opened and Raoul Sanchez entered his ofîce leading a lovely teenage girl by the hand. Dressed in a light blue jump suit, the young brunette of unmistakable identity stood in stunned silence as she beheld the goings on upon Captain Sanchezås desk in the center of the room. Before Emily Land could utter a sound, Sanchez stepped behind her and clamped his hand over her mouth. While he held the teenager tightly in his arms, Sanchez leaned close to Emilyås ear and whispered, "Hush, my dear," in a cold and sinister hiss. Emily Land stood frozen with fear as she watched helplessly while on the desk, her mother experienced her îfth intense orgasm at the hands of Lieutenant Pablo Mayan. Emily felt a mixture of mild disgust not to mention the horror of witnessing her own motherås hips buck uncontrollably in her ardor. The pretty teenager tried to look away when her mother locked her heels behind Mayanås gyrating hips in an attempt to stay with the virile Latin. Sanchez held the young girl îrmly in his grasp, forcing Emily to watch as her motherås entire body shook violently in the throws of her climax. Her mouth falling open, Jennifer Land uttered a low, gurgling, guttural groan, followed by several most unladylike grunts as she rutted on her loverås penis.
Again leaning close to the teenagerås ear, Sanchez whispered, "Didnåt I tell you that your mother was in good hands, my dear?" He chuckled cruely. "MmmÙmmmm!" Emily moaned against the palm of Sanchezås hand. She began to struggle ineffectually in the big manås grasp.
"Thatås good, my child," Sanchez cooed in the teenagerås ear. "Youåre a îghter, just like your lovely mother." He shook Emily violently, keeping his hand clamped tightly over her mouth. "You can plainly see, however my dear, where your motherås resistance has gotten her, and soon, my lovely Emily Land, you will be joining your mother there on the desk." Sanchez smiled when he felt the young girl freeze in his grasp. "Very soon, my dear girl, you will be entertaining a very special guest."
Just then a cry came from the desk. Jennifer Land, wife and mother came once again. Lieutenant Mayan never missed a beat as the American woman writhed beneath him. Mayan was certain the woman was unaware that her daughter was watching as he reached down and began to kneed her supple breasts. With amazing stamina Lieutenant Mayan continued his fucking as once again the ofîce door opened.
Sanchez turned and smiled as the American man stepped stealthily into his ofîce. Quickly Mr. Gary Jameson, U.S. Consulate, moved closer to Sanchez and whispered, "Good afternoon, Captain. I see you have begun the interviewå without me." Jameson nodded toward the desk. With a broad smile he continued, "Allow me to thank you on behalf of The U.S. Embassy for handling matters so quickly and efîciently." Then looking down at the young girl held tightly in Sanchezås powerful arms, Jameson said, "And what have we here, pray tell, Captain?" He placed a hand on Emilyås cheek.
"Ambassador Jameson, may I present you with Miss Emily Land," Captain Sanchez said. "Miss Land, please meet Ambassador Gerald Jameson." Emily Land stared up at the American man who stood before her. Her green eyes wide and îlled with anxiety.
"Ambassador Jameson is your new owner, my dear and will soon be your lover." At that, Emily begun to struggle with renewed effort. She almost succeeded in breaking free of Sanchezås grasp until Jameson stepped in to assist with her restraint. She was quickly subdued.