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her thighs. She felt just the tiniest bit guilty, almost as if she were betraying Lacey to be
her thighs. She felt just the tiniest bit guilty, almost as if she were betraying Lacey to be
turning on to the man's punishment this way. It wasn't that she really thought what they had done together was wrong. She just enjoyed Spike's attention. Everything he did to her made her body come alive. Even his anger stimulated her lust. "Oh God yes!" she wailed at last, as she felt him slip two fingers up into her twat. "I like it, Spike! You turn me on, baby!" Panting eagerly, he worked his fingers in and out of her clinging cunt. "Jeez! I sure do, don't I, bitch? Your pussy's wet as the Pacific Ocean!" He could feel her juices oozing out over his hand. She was ripe for the plucking. And his cock was more than ready to do a job for her. With his free hand, he pulled his stiff cock from his fly. He ran his fingers up and down the rubbery shaft for a moment. Then he nudged his cockhead against her pussy. At once, her twat sucked him inside and began to nibble him hungrily. May began to tremble with anticipation as soon as she heard his zipper come down. "Uuuuuuhhh!" Even though she was waiting for it, she was not prepared for the luxury of feeling his thick cock battering its way up into her cunt. May had to admit it. Pussy was good, so was dog-cock. But there was nothing like the thick filling cuntful that Spike's cock gave her. "Uuuuhh, shit! Screw me! Fill me full of good cock, baby!" Her arousal was contagious. Without thinking, Spike began to move his cock back and forth, in and out of her moist greedy pussy. He closed his eyes and gripped her hips tight. He couldn't get over the way her cunt clasped his cock. A weekend with other women had only convinced him again that May was the best thing going, for him anyway. "You're top stuff, May! Even if you are a fucking pervert!" |
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