The Evolution of Cassandra, part 8 – The Campgrounds
So there I was, buckassnaked, kneeling on the grass in the middle of nowhere in front of seven guys. The foxtail end of the giant buttplug inside my intestines tickled the back of my ankles. I arched my back in what I hoped was a seductive manner, as I did the thick dog collar around my neck choked me slightly in a surprisingly delightful way and I felt the massive toy inside my ass push my insides. I hadn’t cum since Wednesday night and it was Friday morning and the two plus hour drive to the campground had driven me absolutely crazy. I was more sexually frustrated than I’d ever been…in my three week history of sexual activity. I was absolutely desperate to get fucked. I looked at the seven teenagers in front of me. …
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