Stepmom’s Mature Lover Gets Permission To Seduce Her Son!

The warm urine ran down my legs, creating rivulets that trickled to the floor. I was used like an object, passed around with no regard for my humanity. The degradation and dehumanization were constant, an unending nightmare that I couldn’t escape. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape the reality of his touch. I could feel my body starting to break down, the constant assault taking its toll. The cool water was a small comfort, but it did nothing to alleviate the fear and pain. The fifth and sixth men were a blur. My body became a canvas of bruises, cuts, and welts. He started cleaning me, beginning with my legs, his touch invasive and cold. My only sustenance was the semen they forced down my throat, my only drink the urine they cruelly provided. My captor looked at the timer and then back at me. Their fingers dug into my flesh, squeezing and pinching, leaving bruises in their wake.