Her pussy was being pushed out by the thick tangle of thrashing invertebrates, the lips forced out wider than their father’s cock ever could. She didn’t care, all she wanted was more and writhed her hips around the entirety of her hand she had wedged up her sore pussy. She thrashed her head in denial while begging him frantically to stop, only to feel a surge of elation when he thrust even harder into her. The long white protrusions of bones that jutted from the stubby fingers looked blunt and uneven. Then she slipped into oblivion. Her sloppy mind drifted from the action for a moment, but it was enough for her to notice their surroundings. He was pushing his hand between her thighs, but she refused to open them. Her face was twisted to the side and resting on the ground and her soft mounds were squashed into the hard pavement, their round shape bulging at the sides of her body.
