Droga e Molhada 2

...and these, despite being so coarse and gross, were three young men who could have been my son's age.

Finally, I arrived at another room, which seemed more like an attic, but it had a bed where they threw me without any consideration.

- Let's take off her slutty shirt. She must have one underneath, or we'll never finish.

She's a foxy, but she's very modest. When she got up this morning, I couldn't have imagined how well they would make us suffer.

- Let me take it off. Please. - Roberto implored.

- What sons of sluts! - I thought. - I couldn't do anything. I was in my underwear, for God's sake! I didn't want to be taken off my clothes like that.

But also, after all that, how could I still be so innocent as to make myself that question?

Again, between two of them, but held by the feet and arms, they took me to the room where Kevin had already taken off my pants and now, they were pretending to leave me completely naked...

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