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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Heatmyzer...)

Rachel comes home from work to see that another innocent girl has been gang-raped at the park directly across the street from your home. You hear her say, “This ends tonight!”

She comes down the staircase in white three-inch heels and white thigh-high leggings attached to a white garter belt under a small white tennis skirt. Her already-wet pussy mound is ringed by a crotch-less thong. Her thin white crop top barely wraps around her supple breasts, the fabric trying to hide her aroused nipples. The outfit is capped by a thin white choker and a small mask around her eyes.

“I’ll find them, I am justice!” she cries.

As she jogs through this park in the daytime, she knows the layout. The gang of rapists are likely to be hanging out by the abandoned rail cars that dot the far end of the park. She dances her way through the night as a light shower begins to fall.

While jogging in the daytime she always stops by the bathrooms because they have floor to ceiling mirrors at the entrance that she can always see how hot she looks in. She has to see herself dressed as a super girl about to defeat a gang of rapists.

She starts to finger her already wet holes as three cars tear into the parking lot behind her. She doesn’t move from her clearly visible place in front of the men’s bathroom.

All three cars screech to a halt with their high beams focused directly at your girlfriend. All at once the doors fly open and six guys jump out of each car. All of them already have their dicks out and they are dribbling precum.

Rachel’s eyes widen in horror as she sees that the mob of men all have disgustingly giant erections, likely five times your size. “Your reign of terror ends tonight!” she proclaims defiantly.

As the mob closes in she moves with lightning speed. Her small body seems to be carried by the wind as she twirls in and out of her would-be attackers, taking them down one by one.

“Six men down,” she counts to herself, “twelve left.”

She slides on one foot while doing the splits, trying to axe-kick one of the goons, but there are too many of them.


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