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Her curious hands had now finished their assessment and were now concentrated on stroking the length of his engorged prick. She would like some lubrication, she thought, and was trying to think of a discreet way of spitting into her hand to enable some smoother manipulation. She soon found, though, that it would not be necessary to obtain some saliva. For when she moved her hand to the swollen head of the pulsing cock, her hand had found a slippery string of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit. She rubbed the slimy liquid into his cock head and down the shaft. The slippery goo in her hand made for much better stroking. Mmmm. This is much better,she thought. And so much sexier! He enjoyed this lubricated manipulating much more. He began to almost involuntarily move his hips back and forth with the rhythm of her hand, but didn't dare make it too obvious. This was beginning to really get his juices flowing. He naturally produced an amazing amount of pre-cum when sexually excited, and she. Kristen shrieked, her head snapped back. The man kept thumping into her. Forceful driving his cock into her as fast, as hard as he could working out a long frustration, he held for with the wealthy, elite whites, that in his mind, oppressed him.Kristen felt as if her mind slipped away from her. She only wanted it to be over, to have this animal out of her.“Please,” she begged in a hushed husky voice, “please hurry. Please hurry. Please hurry.” Tears flooded down her face.“No, fucking way, bird shit, will I hurry,” he whispered into her ear, all the while hammering his fat cock inside her guts. He seemed to fuck her ass forever.Faster and faster, he drove himself into her. Forcefully he slammed into her ass. Finally, he came, spraying his cum deep inside Kristen’s entrails. Kristen sobbed as he withdrew from her. Then, to her horror, she felt a second one move between her legs. Well lubricated with the previous rapist’s cum, the next one had no difficulty entering Kristen’s asshole and.
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