Pile laughed into the radio and replied. 'I'll indian action pics be fucking damned!' He laughed harder knowing not to fuck with Cole. 'You think I want that big mother fucker coming after me? You just sit there and wait like everyone else,' he laughed setting the radio down, picked up his glass of whiskey wondering what guard was going to get his ass kicked and fired

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'I've got Bill Lyle here at the gate indian cunts video giving me a hard time about leaving the camp. He asked why the camp should be locked down because some whore got beat up,' the guard said having a good idea that Lyle had something to do with it

Cole felt his blood rushing through his body porno indian and knew this was the work of Lyle. 'You don't let anyone out of this place,' he said in a cold voice. 'If he tries, you shoot him like a fucking dog,' he added increasing his pace to the infirmary. He had to get Nickie to nurse Sylvia and then go return some of the hurt Lyle did to the young, helpless girl

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Cole just kept walking as young indian teens stripped nad tortured fast as he could to the infirmary. Two girls held open the door as he quickly walked inside and rushed Nickie to the treatment room

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She looked to indian picture galleries porn Cole with wonder in her caring eyes. 'I don't know what is keeping this poor baby alive!' She said rushing to get an intravenous bag and needle from the medicine cabinet. She rubbed Nickie's arm with an alcohol pad, gently inserted a needle in her arm and placed a piece of tape over it. 'That will help until we get her transported to the hospital. As bad as she is, I can't give her the care she needs here,' she said caressing Nickie's face

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Lyle was shoving and swinging indian big titties at any guard that got near him. 'Open the gate!' He screamed out like a madman knowing he was going to get a beating worse than Nickie. 'Open it!' He screamed again and was shoved into his truck with a force so hard; it broke the side window of the truck indian chicks geting fucked naked female indian

'Hey Bill,' Cole smiled, ready hot indian teens fuck to kick the fat man all over the compound and didn't care how many people were watching. 'What the fuck you doing hitting on my guards?' He asked watching the crazy man's eyes for any sign he was going for his gun. 'You know damn good & well nobody comes or goes during a lock down,' he said keeping an eye on Lyle and his gun hand

Lyle looked indian cum drinkers around and saw some twenty or more guards had moved around him. 'I want out of this fucking place!' He screamed at Cole hoping that the girl hadn't told who had beaten her. 'I didn't hurt that girl! I don't care what she told you!' He screamed out in an unconvincing voice indian teens naked nude indians fucking

Cole knew he was the one that hurt Nickie. canddid indian voyeur photos He unbuckled his gun belt and handed it to Caleb to hold. 'Don't give me back that gun!' He said pointing to the young guard. 'So Bill, what makes you think she said it was you?' Cole asked as he walked towards Lyle

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'Who said indian housewives hardcore she was raped or beaten Bill?' Cole asked and knew for sure that it was the man trying to escape him. 'Nobody knew what was wrong with her except Phillips and me. How did you know Bill?' Cole asked clenching his fists. 'Tell everyone to find Odom.' Cole said to Caleb with a stern look

Lyle was just about indian movie fuck running backwards by this time, shoving through hundreds of women that would all kill him with the blink of an eye for what he did to Nickie. 'I...I... just guessed is all!' He lied knowing Cole was going to beat him just as bad and that's when he saw Cole pulling his belt from his pants. 'Don't you hit me with that!' Lyle screamed like a girl and turned to run, but three large black women, including Shelly stood in his way indian beauty photographer pictures of nude indian actresses

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'How do you big tits indian girl want it Bill?' Cole asked following the scared man around the circle of women. 'I'm going to beat your ass. You want my belt or do you just want me to stomp you in the dirt?' Cole asked and didn't really care how he hurt the man. He just knew Lyle was going to pay for what he did to Nicki

Lyle ran around the indian mature sex women, knowing he was about to be beaten by a man who could kill him with ease. 'Fuck you, Cole!' He yelled and a large black woman shoved him in the back, knocking him to the dusty ground. Cole stepped forward and began swinging his thick belt anyplace on Lyle he could hit

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Cole swung at the man as hard indian big titties as he could, not caring how bad he hurt him. All he could see was Nickie lying on the bed of the dirty cell with blood pouring from her once beautiful body. He swung with all of his might, tearing open Lyle's fat body just like he had done to the helpless girl. Each massive swing tore away chunks of the man's flesh and Cole just swung harder

'Cole!' Misty screamed indian rape sites and stories to the raging man she loved so much. 'Cole, he's had enough!' She screamed louder jumping in front of him wrapping her arms around him. 'That's enough. He learned his lesson,' she said as tears ran down her face. His big hand reached to wipe her face. 'He's had enough. Look at him,' she said pointing to the bloody guard as he lie on the ground with blood pouring from his face and arms

Cole looked down to Lyle and naked amazon indian man leaned to spit in his face. 'Get that pile of shit off the grounds and then kick Odom off too. If you see either one of them near this place again, shoot them!' Cole said with anger still rushing through him pointing to Caleb.

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Summer slowly turned to fall. The leaves indian celebrity tits had begun to fall from the trees and Nickie was due to return at the end of the week. 'Hey Cole, can we have a little welcome back party for Nickie?' Misty asked putting out her lower lip knowing she could just about get anything from him. 'We've got all those cool clothes and things from the Goodwill place. We could dress up all sexy and maybe even have a dance,' she smiled up to the tall man wondering if they would ever get a chance to be alone or not

She loved all of nude indian tribes their exchanges of smiles, soft touches, and the occasional caress on her ass, but she needed more. She needed him deep in her young body, pleasing all of her many desires

'Please!' She put indian girls stripping her lip out even more. 'Maybe we could even sneak away for an hour or so,' she whispered to him as her right hand moved to caress his very large cock through his tight uniform pants. 'Come on Cole,' she pleaded with him

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The thought of my wife dancing and stripping indian sexy legs in front of other men took some getting used to, but I was happy to have the extra money and Suzy seemed very happy about contributing to our finances after a few rough years. I would get a glimpse of Suzy's outfits as she packed them before she went out, but she was reluctant to do her striptease for me. I really wanted to see her in the hot little schoolgirl outfit (black high-heels, white thigh-highs, plaid skirt) or her policewoman outfit (complete with handcuffs and nightstick), but Suzy thought I'd get jealous or mad at her. I would wait up until she got home from her "gig" and although she would not give me any details, she was always very happy and very horny when she came home. Although I had to wonder just how revealing and naughty these performances were, I was digging the extra hot love-making sessions that invariably followed, so all was well

I was working out with indian ass fucked a buddy at the gym when he invited me to a bachelor party that he had planned for a guy he worked with. He said that they were going to primarily play poker but that they had ordered a stripper and a keg of beer. I told him I'd have to check with the wife and get back with him. As luck would have it, Suzy had a "gig" that night and I had to watch the kids, so I told my buddy, Oscar, that I couldn't go with him, but I got directions to the house in case Suzy came home early enough and I could stop by for a few hands of poker.

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As soon as my wife left, I got on the phone indian mature sex and arranged for a babysitter. I was finally going to see what my wife had been up to for the past few weeks. This was going to be good, I thought, as I got ready for the evening

"Hot-damn!" I said as I pulled up to where can i find picks of naked indian woman the house on Maple Street. My wife's car was parked in front and I could tell there was only one party going on in the area. I walked up to the house and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. I could hear loud music coming from the basement area and could hear guys whooping and whistling. I didn't know the homeowner, Oscar was the only one I knew that was invited as a guest, but I suspected my wife was doing her "strip-o-gram" and I didn't want to miss it

I walked down into the basement and saw a group small indian boobs of about twenty guys, mostly black and Hispanic, in semi-circle whooping and hollering. I approached to try to get a glimpse of what they were looking at when Oscar noticed me and came over

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My wife licked the man clean and then indian american porn pulled off her panties and tossed them into the crowd. She sprayed a glob of whipped cream on each of her nipples and grabbed the bachelor by the head and forced her nipple into his hungry mouth. He eagerly licked and sucked on her nipple, as she threw her head back in ecstasy. She moved to the side and gave everyone a good look at the bachelor as he hungrily sucked and licked the cream off of her nipples. She turned around and sat quite forcefully on his crotch. Suzy then began to slowly rub her pussy and ass on his package. She sprayed another glob of whipped cream on one of her nipples and curled her finger at one of the guys, inviting him over to lick it off. This guy was also dark, either African-American or Hispanic, and he licked her nipple and cupped her other breast as he devoured the whipped cream. She playfully shoved him away, tossed the can of whipped cream down and ground herself on the bachelor's pelvis with a greater fervor. She had her head down and really rode him hard, eliciting cheers and chants from the crowd. Suzy began rubbing her pussy and ass in bigger and bigger circles on the man's crotch and stood up slowly and began to kneel between his legs. Before she knelt all the way down, she glanced down at his crotch and quickly got up moved to the side, smiling proudly

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