Meanwhile, things weren’t looking much better for poor Valentina! Pressured to drink, drink, drink until she’d completely passed out, Valentina was now completely unconscious and completely helpless to defend herself against these two perverted men! The pair quickly threw her up on the table like a sack of potatoes while Valentina could only murmur soft whispers of protest. “N-no… please…” she whined, but it wasn’t from any conscious part of her. It was just the last, desperate gasp of her few firing brain cells.
“She smells nice,” Michael said, rudely rolling the hem of Valentina’s skirt up her thighs and hips and up past her naked crotch. “I’m going to get a little bit closer, just to make sure!” John Zingarelli laughed confidently. “Go ahead, my friend! Do whatever you like!” he said while he bared Valentina’s young, pert breasts. John Zingarelli had all the confidence of a street con man or a drug dealer. He knew the first one would hook his “client” until he couldn’t stand it any more!
Michael took in a big whiff off of Valentina’s crotch, inhaling the smells off her twitching twat and the dewy scent off her glistening pubic hair. His eyes rolled back, and a big smile crossed his face. “Yessss… that’s it… that’s the smell of a virgin cunt! She smells nice and clean… no fucking problems here!” Michael quickly ran his fingers through Valentina’s pussy, making the unconscious girl moan with unrestrained, drunken lusts! “Yes! Yes! Yes! This will be her first time, alright! Okay! Let’s do it! I want her, now!”

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