She struggled to break the man’s hold, but he was strong, he now had both of her wrists in on of his hands and was groping her chest with the other. ***
“Claire!” her boyfriend called upstairs. They didn’t hesitate at all, the girl in the red collar, Stella, massaged her twin’s breasts.. “Why are we here?” Claire asked. “Okay, but you have to do something for me first.”
Claire nodded feverishly. She hesitated, and Susana looked scared. Her tongue worked furiously over the folds and flicked vigorously in and out of her hole. But wasn’t she the one who’d been dying to- who was dying to- kiss Susana to get off? “Please,” Claire pleaded. Claire moved both hands up to Susana’s sensitive tits, unrelenting in her work on Susana’s nipples. “No!” she cried. He’d tied them up and forced empty wine bottles into their pussies until the necks of the bottles were deep inside them and half the base of the bottle was too.
