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wanting cunt. I wanted him, like I never
wanted anyone before. My moans and groans pleaded with him, and my squirming
body called out to him. But he still didn't show himself.
Just when I couldn't stand it anymore, he appeared in the light, stripped
naked, with his hard manhood standing before him. I looked it was bigger that
the other times, and it seemed to be pulsating with power.
He said not a word, but climbed on the bed, positioned himself over me, and
rammed his cock deep into my box. I gasped as he slammed it in, then moaned
with each hard, fast, deep stroke he plunged into me. He worked like a
machine, each stroke was just as hard and deep as the last, with a perfect
sexual rhythm.
He pump like crazy, slamming his hips against mine. I built to a climax,
hoping he would explode at the same time. I came hard, moaning loudly into the
mask, and my whole body tensing up with the thrill of my orgasm. Every part of
me tingled, from my bound hands to my roped feet, especially my well stuffed
cunt. It was even better than before.
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