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IN the Hands of the Gestapo JM11 |
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| he allowed the heavy machine pistol to dangle from the strap that fitted around the back of his neck. The corporal grinned inanely as he unbuttoned his fly, delighting in her shocked expression and look of sheer dread. Proudly he eased out his stiff cock, holding it and offering it like a prize not to be refused. "Look at it!" He snapped as the girl turned her head away and closed her eyes. "Or do you want your other hand broken?" She slowly and hesitantly turned her face back to him, her eyes staring blankly at the engorged head of his throbbing cock. Her expression was one of pure revulsion and that pleased the corporal much. "Suck it, bitch," he said in a low and throaty voice. "Take it in your sweet mouth and use it like a lollipop." Her
eyes locked wide and her utter revulsion clearly showed, despite which
she hesitated only a moment before slowly parting her lips and opened
her mouth. He moved closer, sliding his booted feet under the bench with his knees in between her parted thighs. The corporal stretched out his arms, placed both palms on the side of the lorry behind her and braced himself. He cried out as her head began to move on him, sliding her warm cavern back and forth along the length of his shaft. The man began to thrust, forcing his cock farther and farther into her mouth and to the back of her throat. As his excitement built his lunges became more urgent and heated, slamming hard against her head to smash it back noisily against the wooden post behind her. She gagged and choked as his great cock was forced down her throat. Her hands pressed now against his strong thighs, vainly trying to push him away and to ease the breathtaking lunges. She was struggling to get free, her hands tearing at his clothing in an effort to break his hold and to at last get some air into her starved lungs. His head slunk back and his eyes closed as the pleasure he was experiencing washed through him. Harder and faster he pumped into the young girl's mouth, battering her head mercilessly back against the post with each of his powerful thrusts. One
of the watching women clamped a hand over her mouth and began to gag
at the sight of the brutal rutting.
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