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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Rie Yamamoto :
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ing my sex was going dry and my resolve
was
weakening. This was going from painfully erotic to simply painful, and I
still had more than half a dozen to go. Somehow I managed.
Twice they paused and creamed my bottom with oil. The massage hurt
like
hell but felt wonderful, especially when they stopped. My bottom seemed
to simmer under the oil, and the skin felt itchy and ticklish. Even my
thighs were blotched with pain.
I think Monica was number eight, or maybe it was nine. I kinda lost
count for some reason. Hell, it might have been seven or eleven. I just
remember really feeling this spanking, the girl slapping me really hard
right in the same two spots over and over again, alternating between the
left and right cheeks. All I could do was try not to wiggle (impossible)
and pray that it would be over soon. Right near the end I kinda went
numb. The spanking cont
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