ephebophile65:Welcome to Mr. Ephebophile’s Garden of Stepdaughter Delights…the cost of one admissi
ephebophile65: Welcome to Mr. Ephebophile’s Garden of Stepdaughter Delights…the cost of one admission is your mind. all photos re-blogged from momongamon All of those aspiring, amatuer models had three things in common: he had hired them for a photoshoot, he had brutally and horrendously raped, over and over, each and every one of the sexy young bitches, and he had sold each of them to nasty, perverted old men who put them to uses that made even him blanche.The topless brunette, oh how she had sobbed and begged, pleaded with him as he had forced his cock into her ass, her whole body trembling and shaking as he mauled her tits, her face a mask of agony, tears coursing down that beautiful face of hers. She had been so eager to please afterward, so willing to do anything to avoid being hurt, obeying his every twisted command as he had violated her again and again.The pink-haired girl had been, surprisingly, a fighter, and he’d taken so much pleasure in hurting her, in hearing her scream as he raped her, as he beat her, as he released her only to overpowered her each time, his cock seeming never tiring of tearing into her struggling body.The bitch in the sweater had just cried silently, trying to pretend it wasn’t happening, but he had his ways, had ways to make her buck and scream and thrash beneath him, giving him the ride of his life.The tall beauty in the hat he had strung up by her wrists, had beaten that soft white flesh with a belt until it was practically ruined and she hung limp, and only then had he raped her, had he shoved his cock up her ass, had made her groan and sob with this further violation.The slut in the bikini had been delicious, responding to him when he had taken her, her hips bucking up against him, fucking him back, her cunt grasping and spasming around his cock as he raped her. He had kept her a little longer than usual, until she had cried when he had sold her.Those two, he thought, growing hard remembering the horrible things he had made them do to each other, the horrible, awful betrayals he had forced upon them, their sexy young bodies becoming as broken as their minds.The blonde in the denim had been a virgin, the sight of her unbroken hymen sending him into a frenzy of sadism until she had been weeping and broken before he had even raped her. When he had, when he had ripped her first from her, he had choked her out over and over again, his passion never abating as he taught her the horrors that would, for the rest of her life, be visited on her sexy young body.The brunette in the white blouse with the soft lips had, at first, gagged and choked when he had tried to force his cock down her throat, her hands and arms bound strictly behind her, her cunt split by a custom made cock mount. She had gotten the hang of it quickly, though, after he had whipped her soft tits bloody.The skinny blonde with the skateboard–he shuddered remembering her. She had done something to him, triggered something in him so that he had almost ruined her, had almost broken her beyond his ability to sell her. When he had finally sold her, she had been alive, and her body, if horribly marked, at least in one piece–her mind he didn’t know, and didn’t really care.The black-haired beauty with the pale skin had been so much fun, so naturally submissive that it was almost unfair that she hadn’t been sold before. Nothing he demanded, nothing he did, was beyond getting her off, was too much for the gorgeous slut. Her buyer had been quite pleased. -- source link