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*Biggest ever splitting me open. Vincent fucked like a piston brutal, unyielding pace, each drive bottoming out against her cervix, welts jiggling with impacts. His grunts mingled with her sobs-turned-moans, sweat from his chest dripping onto her back, salty trails tracing her spine. Hands yanked her hair, arching her neck, while the other slapped her ass anew, reigniting fire. Pussy gripped him like velvet vice, walls rippling from endless edging, juices squirting around his girth with every withdrawal. "Take it—your boss's cock owns this hole." Dialogue wove through thrusts, his voice rough against her ear.

Her soft already cleaned hand zipped down his pant and proceeded in pulling it off. “Faster, baby,” Vincent cried in please as he couldn’t wait any longer for her to give him that feeling of sprouting his seeds in her mouth again. He just couldn’t wait as his dick was already straining his boxer and waiting for her to get down at him. Heeding to his pleas, Anny’s hands work faster as they pulled down his briefs in haste while his dick stroked her cheek lightly. It as such an erotic sight for Vincent that he couldn’t control his desire anymore and moaned out loudly. It feels so good to finally get touched after a long while.

He asked. Suddenly I started to catch on. "Does that mean that you can turn someone to a Vampire just by kissing them?" I asked. He shook his head. "Then what are you trying to say?" I asked. He cleared his throat awkwardly before it hit me. "Oh my God," I said. "It's sexually transmitted, isn't it?" He nodded. "The virus is known for attacking the reproductive system. It's chemically castrates men, and it was thought to do the same to women, but we're not sure anymore."

And before I command him again to fuck me now he pulled a bit my body using his colossal hand and move down and I don't know when did he take off his boxer down, because I feel his big flesh buddy poke me and when I look behind to see how big it is his hand was stroking up and down his huge thing. “Earth, like what you did earlier to my tongue, ride it slowly, it's hurt at first, but you will get used to it later. It's up to you how deep you can take it as long as you can do it.” Vincent said in a very low voice and he was closing his eyes, and you can see that while was so eager to fuck me hard right there right now. I take a deep breath after I lower myself and I hold his huge thing. I str

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Allison asked again. "Yes..the same one" "Oh my gosh! That hot dude? I heard rumors that he's gay from staff" "Gay? I think I heard about it from him too.But I'm not so sure about it. Anyways he was drunk when we did it" Kylie said. "I still find this so hard to believe Kylie" "Again.. I got involved with his mother and we went for a family dinner where I passed out and found out that I'm allergic to shrimps" Kylie said in a rush.

And it was all because of this man. Worst of all, I liked everything he did to me. The way he bound my hands and gagged me using my own panty made my pussy tingle with so much anticipation that I could have imagined. I never would have expected that he had such a kink. Vince sucked on my nipple, biting and twirling his tongue around the little bud occasionally, leaving me breathless as I gagged into the material he had stuffed into my mouth.

Another gush of liquid escaped me, humiliating and unstoppable. “I’ll keep asking until you answer correctly. Whose cock makes this pussy squirt like a fucking fountain? Whose cock makes you lose control like this?” “V-Vincent—” I sobbed, throwing the name at him like a weapon, wanting it to hurt. “WRONG.” He pulled out, slapped his cock against my clit three times in rapid succession—each impact making me jerk and gush—then slammed back inside with brutal force that made stars explode behind my eyes.