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“Pleeeeeeeeeeese!” she cried again. “Then c*m,” I said, as I stopped the rain of blows, and lightly fingered the space between her pubic lips. A gush of liquid poured from her and her belly spasmed as if in revolt. Again, her cry was wild, wild as her hands and feet that ineffectively flailed against her restraints. As long as she spasmed, as long as she moaned, I teased her cumming hole and she kept going. I’d originally thought the session would take much longer than it did. With thoughts of Old World torture chambers filling my head with crude ideas, I was ready for a long go of it. But with Alia having climaxed, I couldn’t deny what I needed her to do for me. I untied the ropes and pulled her with me to the bed, where I planted my d**k in her randy, pulsating hole and spilled m
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