Immersing herself in the sanity-saving fantasy, she imagined that each soft stroke of her tongue inside Vivian’s raped anus was like a healing balm, erasing the worst of the trauma. ‘Oh god,’ Amy thought. XXX Vivian’s screams had abruptly ended, and yet the silence carried a heavy weight that seemed kin to Amy’s deepening sense of dread. Anatoli roared, his hands cupping Vivian’s mounds as his cock twitched and pulsed. “I’m sorry Viv. “Oh Amy…Uuuughhhh!” Vivian groaned, her nipples beading hard, like tiny thumb tacks, and before she knew what she was doing the young brunette was cupping her own tits, squeezing them as they ached with the same libido that was surging through her loins. What about your ass, bitch? Maybe soon you get your chance!”
Amy shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks to wet her captor’s hand.
