Red sister 6

[Dresscod25]

Narration from the sister’s point of view:
Finally, it’s over. Thanks Lesha.
I didn’t notice his blow: the pain from the compressed vagina was incredible. When his brother fell, Lyosha just called the police and ran away.
Poor brother, why are you doing this? What have I done to you?...
The doorbell rang. Behind the open door stood 2 not very young men, both fit. Their surprised faces... Damn it! I haven’t changed my clothes. In the same suit, where you can see everything! While I was blushing, they had already checked the rooms.
- Hello, I am Maxim Georgievich. This is my partner - Roman Alekseevich. I think we know what happened. But could you write all this in the protocol. The novel will help you. He went to his brother. A second later, the handcuffs jingled.
Roman sat down in the kitchen, and I came up too. Pen, paper. Okay, let’s write everything.
After 15 long and painful minutes, I finished. As soon as Roman got ready, Maxim’s voice was heard.
- The protocol has been drawn up, all the videos we need have been collected from the computer. But we will need to tell some people what we did here. We don’t care, but I think it will be unpleasant for you to catch these glances later.
I looked at him with fear. Why does everyone want to fuck me?
- Silence is a sign of consent, Maxim.
Roman had already taken out his device and came close to me. His dick, stinking of sweat, touched my face, sliding to my lips. He came even closer.
I kept my mouth closed with all my might. This smell, such a terrible smell.
Pain. At the junction of the jaws. Strong pain. And I open my mouth to scream. Roman’s dick is in my mouth. He walked in halfway, resting on the back of his head. I coughed. Maxim comes up from behind.
The warm head touches my pussy, making me excited. But the dick doesn’t go any further.
Slap on the ass. More and more. And then Maxim suddenly goes into anal sex. I’m screaming. Or rather, I’m trying, because I have Roman’s stinking dick in my mouth. As a result, only a groan comes out.
Soon he goes to Maxim, first into the vagina. And soon my anal, already accustomed to one member, burst into new pain. I felt 2 dicks in my ass....
I cried... no, sobbed... screamed at the whole house... moaned like... I don’t understand who... I’m no longer I felt pain, I was in prostration...
... They left... finally. They were here for 5 hours. I feel like some kind of sex doll that anyone can fuck whenever they want and wherever they want...
’Sobs and tears flowed in that apartment for a long time. But on this day a new Woman was born there: Master Whore...’...

[Dresscod25]

Why is everyone commenting on only one story? Where spelling and punctuation are sometimes not even respected? Yes, that story was too bad by all criteria, but is it really impossible to write good words in support, rather than raking a person with insults?

[niqk]

Quite a decent story. Not without flaws, but quite interesting to read...

[Dresscod25]

Thank you...

[Sanek]

If the writing is from a girl, I’m shocked.

[Evgeniy-Spb]

If it’s a girl’s writing, I’m shocked.

What’s shocking? Try to describe your relationship with your mother, and we’ll read it.