The Guilt Embraced her, making her let the door go. Her Guilt made her resisting the hand on her boob the top priority. She went few steps ahead. and BAAAM the door was split open, mom swiftly turned around to see the sight.There they were, a dozen extremists looking aww struck at mom, sleeveless patiala suit with sweat all over her body, the chest and neck and arms all red. The goons had bit of blood over their shirt , none of them were below 6ft. In front of them stood my mom , in her ripe age of 24 ,with height of 5’5 with 32b breasts, tiny waist and plumpy ass. It was 5 seconds since the door was split. The Silence captured the room for that 5 sec.mom was ogling at all the hunky men for that 5 sec. Mom’s messy ponytail , her sweat has too much for those hungry men.
The goons rushed in , one of them held mom by armpit and the other held her neck and the other armpit and slammed her onto the bed. one of them held both her hands spread. The feast has begun
Mom’s heart raced as the goons rushed in, their eyes fixated on her disheveled appearance. One of them grabbed her by the armpit and the other held her neck and the other armpit and slammed her onto the bed, causing her to gasp in surprise. The other goon took hold of her neck, their hands tightening around her throat as they pushed her down. One of them held both her hands spread. The feast has begun
“Look at you, all sweaty and disheveled,” one of the goons sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You must have been running for your life.”
Mom’s mind raced with a mix of fear and arousal as she lay there helplessly, spread-eagled on the bed. She could feel their hands digging into her flesh, leaving marks that would later serve as reminders of this night.
The goon who had hold of mom’s hands tightened his grip even further, causing pain to shoot through her wrists. He smirked down at her with sadistic delight.
Mom’s heart raced as the goon’s fingers dug deeper into her skin, causing a jolt of pain that shot through her body. She let out a gasp of pain and frustration, her mind struggling to process the situation she found herself in. But as the goon’s grip tightened, a flicker of arousal began to stir within her.
mom resisted a bit, she was no match for those guy.Mom’s defiance only seemed to fuel the goon’s sadistic desires. At that point with all honesty, she was aroused. She couldn’t deny it to herself – she hadn’t been touched in two years, and now there were twelve men surrounding her. The thought alone was enough to send a wave of desire coursing through her veins. With each passing second, Mom felt herself becoming more and more compliant, even as a part of her screamed for resistance.
“Fuck,” one goon groaned, his voice filled with raw desire. “Look at you. You’re just a helpless little thing.”
Young Mom’s heart raced as she lay there on the bed, feeling the weight of their gazes upon her naked body. Her mind was filled with conflicting emotions – fear, arousal, and a flicker of defiance that refused to be extinguished.
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