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HANDLE THREE COCKS

Auteur: Caroluchy
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"I command you to cum!"

He slapped me again, again and again.

At this point my body burned up like I had a fever.

I whimpered and thrust my crotch forward to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

I couldn't help it.

My body being programmed to orgasm with pain,I felt it coming at his brutal slaps.

“ahhh…nghhh…””

I kept shoving my pussy to meet those furiously pumping fingers.

Now I couldn't stop, the train was about to derail.

My mind…it might just explode.

"OH FUCK! OHHH!!!"

I cried as I arched violently.

My eyes rolled back in my head.

I felt a million stars exploding behind my eyelids as it happened.

The inferno in my loins erupted like lava spewing from a volcano and my cunt cream gushed onto his fingers.

My heart was hammering in my ribcage as I slowly became aware of my surroundings again.

I saw his glistening fingertips right in front of my face.

"You came hard, bitch. You gushed all over my fingers like a whore. Now taste yourself. You psycho!"

He inserted
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