<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg427251#msg427251">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 13-09-2007, 11:43:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hehe, look at her struggle," one of them said, finally they'd managed to get the pants of her. The only thing protecting Angela from her would be rapists were her black lace panties, wich were getting wetter by the minute.<br/>"Alright, me first," the one she had guessed was their leader said. The others grumbled, but didn't protest to loudly, she must have guessed right. He quickly let his pants fall to the floor and positioned himself between Angela's legs as she lay on the table. He slid her panties to the side and dragged the tip of his stiff cock up and down her slit a couple of times.<br/>"Shit! I'm telling you, this bitch is wet! She's getting off on this!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>This was madness... the thought got lost somewhere shortly after conception, replaced by an overwhelming urge and the need to be free, not to escape, but for him to fill her burning cunt, to quench the fire between her legs... the feel of his cock against her wet slit was enough to drive her to madness, her hips rising to meet him, aching to have him fill her, to fuck her, to satisfy this insane hunger inside of her...