You're lucky, you know that? I could probably kill you, but I'm supposed to be careful." She blew a raspberry and thumbed the button on the switchblade before mounting Hades. Under her, the boy squirmed. He was skinny as a twig, but had enough wiry strength to easily overpower Lindsay if not for the restraints. Carefully, Lindsay ran the tip of the blade down Hades exposed chest, pressing just hard enough to leave an angry red line pussy on his pale skin. "Keep struggling and I might actually stab you," Lindsay giggled. "Don't worry Hades, baby. Or should I cumshot call you Merryweather? I'm going to call you Merryweather. I think we're past a causal relationship." Hades tried to scream, but the tape turned it into a pathetic, muted groan. "Hmm, maybe I'll fuck you later. Seems like a waste to drain you right now. You haven't even explained your toys to me yet." Lindsay hopped off Hades and paced around the room, inspecting every little crevice. Under the bed, she found a cheaply made katana - probably from a carnival stand or something equally skeevy, she figured. Still, it was sharp enough. I'm Hades desk drawers, she found stacks of condoms, another pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of viagra, which made me teen Lindsay nearly tumble over in peels of laughter. He's got an entire rapist starter kit threesome in his dorm and he can't even get it blowjob up, she thought. “Yes,” Violet moaned. I lined up and slid all the way into you from behind and your arms gave leaving you on you elbows. She flashed the inviting smile. I showered up and got dressed to leave Shell, Dale and one remaining cock to enjoy the rest of the night. Then she felt his weight at the threesome bottom of the bed and moving up towards her. The young girl pressed her mouth back into the flesh of his lower belly one last time, blowjob then pulled slightly pussy away and bowed her head gently downward in passionate, yet youthful curiosity to see what teen awaited her. “Okay?” Tighten my asshole. The boss in a sense, though X didn't act like one. She was 5’2, dirty blonde hair down cumshot to my back. "What looks better?" It was little more than a soft squeak, but to her, it sounded louder than the trumpets of Armageddon.