Sumbit and enjoy this fuckfest

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Betty grabs anal beads out of her gym bag.

"I always carry these around. You know, just in case!" Betty dimwittedly says. She stuffs bead after bead up your ass. You moan in pleasure of it.

You continue to eat Lizzie’s pussy like a champ. Sucking her cunt-lips and stroking her clit with your tongue. You drink in every drop of her pussy, loving the taste of it.

A cheerleader gangbang has always been your favorite fantasy. These dirty whores are finally fucking you.

Britney continues to pump you full of dildo, sliding that huge, pussy-and-cum-slicked cock in and out of your tightness. You scream with pleasure but it is muffed into Lizzie's pussy.

Betty continues to play with your ass, pushing more anal beads inside you until you’re filled with sex-plastic in both holes. It’s too much for you to take. Your pussy then explodes with your orgasm, and juices erupt from your twat, something that has never happened before. You gasp as your jizz covers Britney’s stomach and thighs, dripping down her pussy and legs.

"Who said you can cum? You wait till we are done," Britney angrily roars. “Now you have to be punished!”

She pulls the dildo out. Then she grabs two thick 8-inch ones vibrators.

“This is your punishment, bitch,” she says, and slides both, thick cocks into your tight, pussy. They stretch your little twat wide, and for a moment, you can’t breathe. You’re certain that you’re about to split in two, and then Britney turns on the vibes, first one then the other, and you find yourself in heaven. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, and you moan with ecstasy.

Lizzie then moves her pussy off your face. You breathe fresh air. Then Lizzie's asshole drops right on your nose and mouth.

"Oops, sorry. Could you clean that up?" Lizzie begs.

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Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.

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