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Aside from what that roughness awoke in her – which, she suspected, was linked to the sudden wetness in her panties – Audrey fell silent at the same time as she fell backwards off of the balls of her feet and onto her curvy butt. She reached up with a trembling hand and felt her stinging face. Then, she looked over Hunter. “You slapped me? What the fuck, Hunter? I thought we were friends!” Audrey squealed, tears welling up in her eyes. Her emotions were haywire. She didn’t know what to make of anything that was going on. She had seen Claire be undressed without touching her clothes. She had seen the Ouija board levitate into the air seemingly without assistance. Now, Hunter was almost comically miming an enthusiastic suckjob on what looked like nothing at all. She couldn’t explain it. Nothing made sense. Hunter appeared to be paying the Hardcore in-crisis blond no mind, and had resumed her skillful servicing spanking of the incorporeal dick. It was Hunter’s ‘mocking’ that pushed Audrey over the edge. She had clearly had it with her friends making fun of her, and now they had the gall to pull this downright mean prank on her. The fuming blonde scrambled to her feet and stormed the handful of paces over to her fellating friend. Much to the surprise of the preoccupied flax-haired lass, Audrey took two great handfuls of Hunter’s hair. “You want to suck a ghost cock, you cunt?” Audrey shrieked. Her stunned-silent audience members watched on with blank stares. Giselle couldn’t help but think back to the Audrey they knew before this evening – a picture of innocence, and the word ‘cunt’ would’ve blowjob burned her like holy water spilling out of her mouth – as she witnessed what was going on. “Here, let me fucking help you!” Audrey wailed on, beginning to push and pull Hunter’s head on the unseen member plugging up domination her lips. “You want to make fun of me? At least do a good job!” Using her dyed-silver locks as handles, the incensed church girl stood behind her friend and violently slammed her face back and forth with the comfortable understanding that she wasn’t actually skullfucking Hunter with a surrogate spectral schlong in place of one of her own. Hunter’s throat, meanwhile, was the casualty of the miscommunication; the rock-hard ghostdick fucking her face was just the instrument used to deliver Audrey’s divine reckoning. “G’luch- g’luch, g’lurrch– “ Hunter chortled over and over, marking each time the bulbous, plum-shaped (and sized) head of a cock speedbagged her tonsils. “Why are you so committed to this!? Just give it up!” shrieked the blonde unintentionally bruising her friend’s esophagus. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing. No amount of throaty, gurgling protests from the girl making the loudest noises she had ever made (even if they were throatfuck-induced croaks) was going to convince Audrey that this wasn’t some elaborate plot. However, the fact that shoving her friend’s head just far forward enough BDSM was met with some resistance did puzzle her. Experimentally, Audrey stopped whipping the poor girl’s head back and forth and instead pushed her as far forward as she could until she couldn’t anymore. Something was holding Hunter’s head back; or, rather, Audrey was pressing Hunter’s lips flush with something. She is moaning and screaming while her movements are restricted by the tight rope around each tit and tied to the three foot spreader bar above her pulled tight by the hoist controlling the spreader bar. I didn't know what tribbing was, but I had to get naked. When I was naked I climbed on, covered my breasts with one arm and kept my legs squeezed blowjob together. 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