Her cunt gaped wetly as she lifted her hips from the bed, gasping, panting and finally screaming “Not upon us, oh King! In the convent Katya wept with frustration as she watched, inverted, while the men slaked their lusts on the headless corpse of their victim – the same pale body which had been pressed so tenderly against her own moments earlier. Tube8 All three took her arse. Katya sank back as though the limestone flags were a feather-down, voicing her arousal in a long, soft cry. At five this morning they will collect her and the tape – and the camera; we only have to keep her safe until then. The brutally ugly troop-carrier still stood outside, its hatch open in readiness.




















