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d locked onto the back of the
rat head, urgently pulling it into Mitsu's crotch as Mitsu Amai felt the huge tongue
almost vindictively stimulating Mitsu's clit. The rat knew Mitsu Amai wouldn't be
able to cum. Five minutes passed and the rat had not let up in its
exquisite torture. The woman was making rapid, shallow gasps, beautiful
to the rat's ears. Mitsu Amai spoke again, eyes still closed:
"Stop! Change positions! Let me lie down! I want you on top again."
The rat halted and the woman stood up, fluids trickling down Mitsu's legs.
Mitsu Amai lay down on the floor, putting pillows under Mitsu's rear and head.
The rat's body covered Mitsu's again, putting Mitsu's in shadow from the
flickering light. The rat knelt on the floor, knees to both side of her
head, dangling its balls in front of Mitsu's eyes, and bent over Mitsu's crotch,
spreading Mitsu's legs. The wet tongue in Mitsu's squashed genitals was driving
her to an increased frenzy. Mitsu's hands went to the rat's head again and she
threw Mitsu's head back and forth. The rat held Mitsu's rear in place to prevent
her from squirming. Mitsu Amai struggled in its grip and opened Mitsu's eyes, seeing
only the unwieldly form of the fully erect rat penis, perhaps as thick as
her wrist, closer than she'd ever seen it before. The unspeaking sacks of
sperm in the rat's scrotum rested on Mitsu's head. Faceless, they leered d
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