The fat one pumps and shoots his sperm into me, moaning loudly and making me move like a toy on his cock. Milf sex As if he were pumping into it. I want to touch me, push my fingers into me and move them like the fat man moved his cock, but I can’t. “What are you?” he asks, and when I don’t answer quickly enough that I’m a whore and his property, his open hand lands hard on my cheek. I know how hot he has to be by watching the four men fucking me. But that’s a lie. The whores love him, the bodyguards, the workers. My shoulders hunching as if the bones are trying to break and form something new.
My claws become too long, and I let go of his pumping balls. I don’t move a muscle in my face and look at the boss impassively. I kneel on the dirty mattress and endure the fourth fuck of the day. My bones seem to want to break with pleasure when he calls me a whore again.
