Chapter 73 I'm not a bitch!

Nancy was fucked until physiological tears ran down her face from her eyes, not reaching her chin in time to be kissed away by the man.

The slapping sounds were endless and between the splashes of lust Nancy couldn't tell who she was who she herself was and was completely out of her mind, only able to wrap herself around the flesh on her body and babble and beg for mercy as the drug drove her to do so.

"Michael ... brother brother I was wrong mmmm ... ah ah it's coming again ah again ..."

The naked flesh mated without knowledge of restraint.

By the end of the day the young woman had all but lost her strength, struggling to support her fuzzy sanity, chaotically and greedily accepting ejaculation after ejaculation ...

Her stomach was swollen like a woman in her third trimester of pregnancy, and it was full of Michael's cum.