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Concrete Blonde

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Молочный гриб необходим в каждом доме как источник здоровья и красоты
Молочный гриб необходим в каждом доме как источник здоровья и красоты + книга в подарок

 Seducing her family

Where is the locker room?" "What?" "I see it. Over there, no? You can come along if you wish, but you might be shocked. Still, a good thing. You can learn how easy it is to get any man you want to fuck you." "Don't use language like that!" "Why not? It is what I mean. And what I mean to get!" With that, the blonde rose and harried toward the team's locker room. Annemarie didn't hesitate when she saw the sign on the wall stating "MEN". She walked right in and immediately made a face at the stench in the room. It smelled so of sweat and old sweat socks and bleach. But she would put up with minor irritations to get a chance at the muscular football player. She stood beside one bank of lockers, where she couldn't be seen from the doorway. Soon enough, she heard the click-click of cleats against concrete. Stu Taylor walked into the locker room and smiled to himself. His ankle seemed to be perfectly okay. "You are not limping now. I hope the ankle is much better." He spun around startled. "Goddamn, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to come in here!" "But how else would I see you?" she pointed out

 Chained cheerleader

But the man wasn't satisfied with the fucking. He obviously wanted more. She felt him lifting her up with one impossibly strong arm. Something rattled and she felt links of chain circling her left wrist. Struggling failed to free her hand. Bradford had chained her to the fence. Twisting around, she attempted to keep her other hand free. She failed. She was chained spread eagle to the fence. What was worse, the man's prick slipped from her hungry pussy with a lewd, juicy plop. Empty inside, abandoned and chained to the fence, she simply hung there. Never had the girl felt more forlorn or humbled. The blonde's feet failed to touch the cold concrete floor by almost two inches. Her entire weight was suspended by her arms and shoulders. Already, they had begun to ache under the strain of her weight. "Why are YOU doing this to me?" she asked. "Why me? What have I ever done to you?" Bradford stood looking at his handiwork. He checked the chains and the locks he had placed on them, insuring her imprisonment. He smiled and said nothing

 Chained cheerleader

It took her a few more minutes to unwrap from the lengths of chain Bradford had bound her with and then she was free. Free! But to do what? She couldn't possibly tackle Bradford. She was too weak, too sore and aching in muscle and mind, to attack him. Even swinging a length of the chain she couldn't hope to stop him from raping Sherry. Sherry had made the mistake of thinking she could reason with that animal; Debbie wasn't even going to try. Learning from her friend's mistake, the blonde cheerleader turned and ran. She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care. She just knew that she had to get away from the evil scene on the playing field. The deserted concrete corridors under the stadium had never looked more inviting to her as she raced into them, her boots clicking wildly and echoing. CHAPTER ELEVEN Debbie felt every muscle in her young body protest as she ran. Her tortured tits bounced painfully, jiggling up and down. Never had she wished more for smaller jugs. Hr bruised flesh gleamed ugly and forbidding in the dim light. But she ran on

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