Natalie let out a low moan. Her soft young mouth opened as Sophina buried her face in Natalie's aroused womanhood. Her thighs were dripping with moisture. "Don't stop," he muttered when Sophina pulled up for air, indifferent to the escape of the two Asians.

Abbie turned as she saw Ho and Li getting away. She was in the middle of pressing the branch roughly into Sarah's sex. She let go of the branch and sprinted after them, her soft, flabby body bouncing as she ran as fast as she can. She wasn't fast enough.

Tears were rolling down Sarah's elegant cheeks. Even in the context of their abuse, the stick was pretty brutal. Even her sex was bruised and a small trickle of blood ran down her thigh. "Please, someone take it out," she begged.

Tiffani was gently kissing Fiona, the flame-haired white cheerleader who had her as a prisoner. She gently slipped her tongue past the other girl's lips, excited and rather indifferent to the escaping Asians. Her soft brown eyes were half closed.