[PHOTO][STORY] Forced SHEMALE: Ibiza Gang SEX Party
I was dragged onto a yacht, tied to a pillory and subjected to a group rape by wealthy and powerful men. My screams were drowned out by the music as they took turns with me.
I was dragged onto a yacht, tied to a pillory and subjected to a group rape by wealthy and powerful men. My screams were drowned out by the music as they took turns with me.
I caught my friend sneaking into my room, sniffing my used panties like a slut. She’s obsessed with the scent of shemale intimacy.
I signed contract after contract at their photographic studio but the price was unclear… in the end, the amount was so high that the only way to pay was in kind… their idea from the very beginning was to abuse me…
I’m so bad? My daddy always catches me with my hands in the cookie jar – or in this case, on his credit card…. he’s not happy about my online porn purchases but I know exactly what to do to get out of trouble…
As I stood in front of the mirror, combing my hair in the hotel room, I had no idea that my holiday was about to take a drastic turn. Little did I know, a day trip to the castle would become a descent into hell…
As I wedged myself between the exhibition materials, my friend’s new girlfriend caught my eye – or rather, my dick under my skirt. Her gaze fell on me multiple times and I knew I had to make my move.
I was invited to Ibiza in a private villa by a very prominent politician to have… entertainment… the trouble is that in reality I never expected what I would have to do…