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I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen. The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of body that looked like it still lifted heavy things for fun. He had her legs hooked over his arms, pussy spread wide, cock slamming in deep and slow while she moaned like she was dying from pleasure. The sound filled the living room with wet slaps, her high-pitched whimpers, his low growls telling her to take it, take every inch.

Her face was flush, her nipples were hard and her pussy lips were swollen. She was staring at a roomful of horny young men and asked, "How come I'm the only one who is naked?" You never saw five guys rip off their clothing as fast as they did. Julie now saw five hard dicks all needing her to satisfy them. They were all pretty average in size with Paul being the largest by an inch but Tom had the thickest. Julie then looked at Paul and said, "I want you to eat my pussy Paul."

Dax “What the fuck are we supposed to do?” All heads turn to Pauline. The guys refer to her as Powder because she’ll do anything for a hit of meth. She may have been pretty at one time, but drugs have turned her into a skeletal caricature of a woman. The sores covering her arms and face kept me away from what’s between her legs and I never understood why any of the men took what she offered. If it wasn’t for her treatment of Kiley, I might feel sorry for her.

Did he just want to beat me? Paul was behind me while I watched the video. I could hear him stroking his cock while a woman on the TV was hit in the breast with a cane. She was crying and screaming, and Paul was actually getting off to it. But then I felt the fluid run from my pussy down my thigh. I couldn’t believe that I was turned on by it too.

, I thought to myself. I was already so horny. So I started looking for Paul to buy the girl. I went towards the whiskey bar and then I saw Paul. “Hey man what’s up? You’re so late we can’t talk anymore”, Paul said “That’s fine bro some other time, there’s something I want to tell you” “You see that red haired stripper you got on stage? I want her ..$10,000” “You mean Marga?”, he asked shocked “Yes, is that her name? Marga? Yes I want her for $10,000”