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, "Hey,
Paul, 'ja hear that? Mikie Hara wants me to slow down. I guess Mikie Hara likes it or
something." He slowed down a little, enough that I stopped worrying about a
concussion, so I let the subject drop.
"How is she?" the next guy in line asked.
"Nice and tight," he replied. "Getting kinda squishy, though."
"Better pull out when you cum, then," his buddy said. "Don't make it
any worse for the rest of us."
"No prob," Number said, pulled his prick out of me, and started jerking
it. It was such a relief to have it out, that it took a minute for what they
had been saying to register.
"Hey!" I yelled, turning my head around as I started to say something
stupid about not wanting my hair full of cum. I was too slow. I got my head
turned just in time to catch the first long spurt in my face. My sentence
turned into a sputter as I jerked my head back and started rubbing it on the
bed-covers to clean off. I felt the next couple of spurts hit the back of my
head and shoulders before the pressure fell off, and he finished up dripping
onto my butt.
"Shit! You stupid bastard, why do you think I wanted you in order of
cock size? I needed that for lu
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