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Pinkie grinned at screaming crowd. "THIRD GEAR," he waisted no time as Pinkie's ass began slapping on the saddle, the big dildo mechanically slamming in and out of her wet cunny. Pinkie stuck out her tongue in defiance. "FOURTH GEAR," he demanded, Pinkie's huge breasts now slamming on her tummy and then flying to her chin and then whiplashing back on the rebound - the weight of her rings contributing to the momentum. She knew all eyes were now on her and she loved the thrill of entertaining these heathens with the brutal and blatant abuse of her enormous udders as they continued shouting "BREAK YOUR TITS!! BREAK YOUR TITS!! BREAK YOUR TITS!!" "YEE-HA FIFTH GEAR," Pinkie shouted, pushing herself to prove her devotion to the Outlaws and her commitment to "BREAKING HER TITS" as they were shouting. She knew the cocaine was playing tricks on her mind and body as the horse threw her up, out, down and back about three time per second. As if in slow motion, she felt her breasts slamming into her face, the rings flying right over her head and then whiplashing all the way down to her thighs, slamming and then ripping straight back up to the sky as the horse kicked and bucked with the power of a pile driver. Pinkie's heart was racing as she watched her huge milk-bags shaking tremendously, absorbing so such force so fast that they began whipping themselves into extremely distorted blobs and ameba-like shapes. Her nipples stretched blowjob beyond extreme as they ripped and whipped every direction at the ends of her sloppy wham-slamming monster-sized udders. "BASH 'EM 'N BREAK 'EM TALLESMAN!" she shouted out in orgasmic hysterics as she felt her breasts being pulverized as they wound around her chest in giant circle slamming and slapping themselves into hamburger. Tallesman held out a black leather-studded paddle, clipping her nips and breasts as they slammed and battered uncontrollably for another full minute. "WAY TO GO PINKIE!!" the bikers shouted as the horse came to a gangbang gradual halt. "WAY TO BREAK THOSE TITTIES" others shouted, as Pinkie looked down at her bright red breasts, now hanging down to her pierced navel, her stretch marks reddened from the extreme abuse and punishment of the iron horse. Hardcore "AM I THE WINNER?" she managed to smile as Tallesman lifted her arm high, the bikers cheering wildly for the Outlaws awesome blond titter. End of chapter 18 (to be continued) THE ADVENTURES of PINKIE CHAPTER 19 - THE TITTIE PRESS "HOW'S DAT FER BREAKIN'EM?" Pinkie sassed as she staggered in her high heels from the horse to the front of the stage absorbing the deafening cheers of the bikers threesome below. She was shaking from the physical trauma of the ride, yet she knew she could take more as she felt ffm her aching breasts still tingling from the cocaine and the blood rushing to her ravaged cunt - aching to be stuffed and punished again. Extreme breast abuse images keep flashing in her mind as the bikers cheered her on and shouted for more. She couldn't stop thinking about the San Francisco bondage parlor Snake had described as she looked down at her hot, sweaty orbs now hanging down to her navel, Each pulverized breast was littered with fresh scratches, bruises and welts, but the stories of much more severe mutilation kept haunting her mind. I called Ernest and made a date to meet him for coffee on his day off. Ian responded, trying and failing to sound firm. A chill raced through me 'Look at it. She couldn't see but she knew they weren't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the ground, she fell unconscious. As my shift was nearing its end, I asked him where he wanted to meet up. Swiper pushes her legs up as he start to fuck her really rough, fast and deep. Sis?” Sandra replied “Yes, I am wonderful.” Angela told her she wanted to hear all about it when she felt better. “How could gangbang it possibly be worse than what you were forced to do in a certain dog costume today?” the ghost asked amused. I hit the threesome button on my phone, turning it on. The young girl’s begging was more akin to that of a dirty whore than a noble girl, but this only served to excite the Marshal’s arousal even more. “And how were they?” She asked, with a hint of expectation in her voice. Before I can even think about it, she grabs the leash attached to my collar and pulls me up to my feet. There was enough lace around the crotch to hide her pussy but with her dark hair you could see the shadow and tell she wasn't wearing panties. We sat there for a bit and then she moved over closer to me. I could feel her closeness as she put her bare leg ffm against my bare leg. “Damn.” Philip jumped up on the bed to stare in horror at her. “Hey Daniel, hey Emily!” Mrs. Johnson waved back from her yard, one blowjob elbow resting on her rake, “Good heavens, Emily, aren’t you cold?” We gotta do the dishes so we can get outta here. Back to me. ‘Why? Better you’ve been through it rather than being taken completely by surprise.” those on watch to de able to come in for their share. “Yeah?” After the naps, they cleaned up from the day, washing the sweat and fish away. After a couple of hours, I sat down, and she was Hardcore walking around the living room, sort of pacing, when there was a knock at the door. There was something vaguely familiar about this one. He stared down at her, looking at the wet mess of her face, her red flushed cheeks and glistening eyes. I growled out in pleasure.