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From “hold her down” to “what a buttslut” in 30 seconds? Wondrous ropes of white flew fast past Willa’s vision, which soon became impaired by a lengthy line of man-gravy streaking over one eye, the gooey glaze gluing one of her painted eyelids shut. it’s an Amish thing. That feeling, alone, threatened to be enough to put her over the edge once more. “Hold that thought, honey,” Willa remarked to the wide-eyed, but still bright red blonde who had just watched Willa get pile-driven into the gritty concrete of the back alleyway. She didn’t blame her for the surprise. Her eyes were full-moon discs. Aaah…” crooned the sucked-off suitor, knees knocking under the sudden sensation of his sensitive, post-orgasm schlong thusly consumed.
