Young Latina gets fucked hard by a white guy

And once they confess, everything done before the confession is justified. Blacked About a dozen times bigger than the skinny finger that Maxine once used on her little twat to see how it felt. Anyway, back to work, Brother Bobby. Even with the museum’s reputation for active guest participation, the general mood was boredom and wishing they were anywhere else but here. It wasn’t fully inserted yet but it already felt as if she was sitting on a pineapple. The membrane between both holes was getting squeezed, thin as paper, between what felt like two giant spoons. 
When the museum tour guides took their lunch breaks, they left Maxine hanging with her pain flowers in full bloom while Shereen continued to moan dementedly as if the ghosts of spiked cocks were still fucking both her holes. “No. What now? it’s not that bad. …”
“You are letting her get to you again, Brother Bobby. You don’t mind if I keep the pears in there?”
“That’s fine. Her enthusiasm was in deep contrast to the gloomy faces of her students in their torn uniforms. The leader of the inquisition, presumably Brother Paul, spoke in a booming voice that made every head turn: “It is rumored that a group of young girls was seen dancing by the light of the moon. She only wished her blindfolded classmates walking the same corridor would stop whimpering and asking pointless questions like ‘where are you taking us?’ Didn’t they understand this was the reaction these pathetic losers were fishing for?