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Tears in his eyes, his daughter was dead to him, now there was just this whore in his house who had killed her. He couldn’t stop picturing himself ramming his cock down her throat as the dog fucked her. He blew the biggest load of his life into the shammy and sat down, back against the wall, unsure of what life was now. Morgan squeaked as she was pulled off the low bench as Mickey tried to pull from her tight vagina. It may have been pleasurable, but she now hated this dog. Mickey took a step and Morgan was dragged behind him a little. She imagined this is what a wine bottle must feel like as some tries to remove the cork. After about five minutes the swelling had gone down and Mickey pulled free with a wet schhhhlck as his cock left her. Morgan sensual felt moistness and looked between her legs and saw dog cum beginning to drip. She nearly threw up like when the deer raped. She wanted none of it. Still, Mickey had given her two orgasms, but also raped her, but she was “presenting herself” and he was interracial just a dog. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion as she staggered into the shower. The tears came back as she realized she couldn’t give erotic her virginity to her at the winter dance coming up. Would he know she wasn’t a virgin, could he tell? To Morgan, the only conclusion was to break up with him. How could she explain a deer and dog raped her? She would keep that secret to herself Misty’s eyes adjusted to the darkness of the barroom after being in the blazing Texas asian sun. The air-conditioning finally cooled her skin. She was still getting used to being in Texas, even though it’d been six weeks since her transfer. She smiled, a little ruefully. Her boss, Alice, had effectively taken over her life, once she’d discovered that Misty was the ingenue massage of a group she controlled called Privilege. Being the CEO of the bank Misty worked for, she’d taken an extraordinary interest in her, and her career had been fast tracked. Within a year, she’d become a senior loans clerk. Alice worked her protégé to death. She’d quickly been introduced to every aspect of banking. Various seemingly meaningless promotions followed along with steady salary increases. Then, two months ago, Misty had been summoned to the 25th floor. Alice’s secretary peered suspiciously over her bifocals at Misty, who sat primly on the edge of the chair in the anteroom to Alice’s office. Primly, because she was trying very hard to hide the fact she wore no underwear under the sort of short skirt that Alice demanded she wear. She entered her CEO’s office a ‘Loans & Mortgage Officer’ and left as the Loans manager of their newest branch in Amarillo, with the taste of Alice’s pussy on her lips! Now here she was. What little furniture she’d decided to take with her had arrived. Her expensive company-paid-for apartment had a wonderful view of the Route 66 District. She’d settled into having her own office, having a photo identity clipped to her blouse, hearing nervous staff call her Ms. Tiratzo, and being called into various Managers’ meetings. I close my eyes and I can feel his wet tips just brushing between my pussy lips. I grabbed Prestira by the arm and forced her gaze to mine. We stopped kissing and as she looked up at me, continued to held her hand on my cock, making sure she could feel that I was hard. I can hardly hold the phone any more. He grabbed both of her exposed breasts and pinched asian her flesh extremely hard. Ephus was about to speak when there was a slight groan behind him. The more cock I had the more I needed. Everyone was in their own little world and taking no notice of the short girl walking along the water’s sensual edge. “Well, sir, you don't exactly mind-control people,” Miller said. I asked, "You know, retro-engineering it or something. You don't know what to do with your hands, One is up over your head against the stall door, the other is braced against the door, lower down, helping to interracial push your hips out towards Daddy. Standing there in front of the boyfriend wearing nothing but my little red speedos. Katie began rubbing Scott's butt, slowly moving down and reaching between his legs to tickle his scrotum and those swinging testicles. I just stood there smiling and moaning a bit. “Honey, our daughter’s been hiding sweets from us.” Sergi said he was going to sit back, watch and enjoy the show, and nodded to his guards. I could see her areola, and dark pubic hair through the nearly clear material. “Boys, we’re not having a gangbang – not now and not tonight. I bit my lip and waited for another blow across my now sore boobs. “It's bold. The way it was, each spank shot through her like an electric spark that somehow originated from her cunt. I really expected it to hurt or erotic for it to be harder for him to push into me, but evidently that rhino horn had me stretched out pretty good. With you, the only thing I could think about was how beautiful you looked.” She turned to me, a worried expression on her face, “You’re going to cause me trouble, Astrid; I might actually give a shit about you.” I’m not old enough to drink alco-”I was interrupted by his stare. You’re seventeen, he doesn’t have to massage do much but keep you alive and out of jail.” "Hurry up!" Not that she didn't like guys. The way that Brian's "penis" was all hard up against me . . . Her breasts had a flush creeping up to her small, pink nipples. She fluttered against them.