My daughter

Author: Katie Andrews

I was terrified at the words. I began to thrash and buck more violently, but to no avail. My ass was exposed, open, and up in the air. John led King to mount me. Once in position on my back, King’s forepaws gripped my chest and he began the fucking motions, his slimy cock tracing around my buttocks and lower back as he tried to find the goal. The harder he tried, the tighter his claws tore welts across my chest. I was bawling and crying out as much as I could muster. John jammed what must have been a balled up sock in mouth.

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