Pat dug his strong hands into Barbie's silky hips and fucked his cock in. It was like fucking a hot, throbbing vice. Barbie might be trembling like an injured deer, her fine muscles drawn tight as bow strings, her creamy skin dotted with goose-flesh and her beautiful face pale as if she was dying, but her cunt was reacting as though it loved everything his big cock was doing to it.

Pat backed off a couple of inches and thrust in to her pussy again, stretching the tight elastic walls of her pussy. Barbie gasped and shivered as though she was dying. Pat rabbit-fucked her with short hard strokes until her tight, tiny pussy was taking every inch he had to give.

Gary was fucking her mouth with just as much vigor as Pat was fucking her cunt. He bludgeoned his fat prick back and forth through the restrictive tunnel of her throat, delighting in the way her gagging made it constrict around the fat stock. Barbie's mouth was filled with spit, and her saliva ran back down Gary's long hard fuck-pole in sparkling rivers. She was swallowing convulsively in a vain attempt to clear her mouth of the spit, every time she did, her tongue rubbed over the sensitive underside of Gary's cock. He knew that was going to cum very soon.

"Lick it, trashy bitch!" he shouted, pulling back until his huge, spit slicked cock-head was resting against Barbie's lush lips. "Lick that big wonderful prick! Lick it and kiss it and make it spit all over your nasty little face!"

Barbie gasped for air, gasped with pain, too, each time Pat's rock-hard cock fucked inside her tiny cunt. She looked up at Gary with a sick despair, hoping that he wouldn't make her take so active a part in her own desecration. Her mouth was already chalky with the hot, slimy taste of his fuck-lube. The taste of pre-cum and the fleshy, bland taste of his cock were already making it a struggle for her to keep from vomiting.