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It was strangely exciting
talking dirty like this in front of Brute, but safe too, since he
couldn't understand any of this anyway And even if he did, he wouldn't
be able to spread stories about what she'd said and ruin her reputation
as a nice girl Brute was the perfectly discreet individual. The way she
paraded around the house, that cock-teasing walk of hers . There was her jealousy, for one thing, and then there was the
fact that her masturbation fantasies concerning her father were
increasingly dissatisfactory in erotic content. No, her fingers were no
longer enough, she thought gloomily. oh, darling . rape Contest Brute lapped wildly at the little pleasure-
button until June thought she would die. His
penis inflated and burned as it never had before.
That was the problem again. She writhed and churned in a lewd
dance of desire above his earnestly licking and nosing face, totally
given over to this mindlessly energizing feeling which required no
apology and no explanation, but which was a force and a tide so great
that a girl could only surrender to it completely and let herself be
carried off by it. Clamping her thighs tightly together, she trapped his
rock-hard penis warmly between them on the outside of her panties. rape Contest None of this could
really be possible -- that she was hteen preteening Brute's head so
affectionately by the ears and moaning long, mindless sighs of purest,
soul-dredging ecstasy. This was heavenly, she
thought; she really never wanted to stop . Spurt after
spurt of fiery liquid sperm he emptied into her, filling her womb and
belly to the very bursting point.
Jumping up to put his forepaws on the bed, the big dog lapped at his
young mistress' milk-white thighs as well.
"Let's go into those bushes over there -- by Shakespeare's Grave". rape Contest I must
get him to stop.
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