I was bent over the bench, eyes locked on the audience as another swat of his hand echoed across the stage. I stifled a scream. They wanted me to scream, wanted me to beg. Each of my daughters was bound up beside me as we were abused in front of five hundred men and couples eagerly making sloppy noises in the rafters. My pussy, and each of my young daughters, were sloppy noises. Dripping incessantly. Each of us born and bred sluts. “Look here, as we make our own human centipede of cunnilingus! They made the four of us bend into a crude circle, each mouth charged with another pussy. This incest fuck fest was honestly making me hornier than I’d expected, but I wasn’t about to complain. The little tongue that began lapping at my lips was clumsy while I was coaxing moans from the girl in front of me. It was an erotic slut show sure to be burned deep into the spank banks of every bastard in attendance. My daughters started cumming, a dominoing waterfall all around me. Poor me, the girl behind me wasn’t good enough to make me cum at all! I was wiggling and desperate, shoved out into the crowd of men.
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