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As they surround her in our bed, these men, they grab her and pull her every which way in a tangled web of flesh and sweat. Some mounted, some connected by an appendage or two but each one having a turn (or two), entering her and taking her, while she thrives and lusts for more and more eagerly accepting the next plunge into any one of her open orifices. At times our eyes meet briefly, but only briefly as she is too enthralled as the center of the room’s attention. She pays no attention to me as my lips seek out pleasures and my hands seek to fondle what hangs about.
UPDATE: We are now owned! |
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