As we sat eating our breakfast I asked Ann what she had planned for the day. I made myself some toast and poured a glass of orange juice and sat at the table across from Ann. Mom was heading out the door for work and Ann was sitting at the table eating a bowl of corn flakes. “I dare not let you, - oh! pray!” she said, but she was vanquished, silent, and. Soon my fingers were on her slit, her fingers on my prick. She said I ought to be ashamed of myself, that she would leave if I did not desist, and turned to go, when I pulled her on to the bed. Finding that useless, I threatened to frig myself and began the operation. I lifted my night-shirt, my prick stood up, the shirt hanging at the back of it like clothes on the hook of a prop. "YES!.My ass!.The dog is fucking my ass!.Watch the bitch boys!.OhDAMN!.Can you guys see the dog fucking my bitch-ass?.Fuck me!.Harderboy!.Fuck your bitch!.Mmmmm.Fuck your bitch harder!.Ummmpph."Her pleas were cut off when a boy grabbed her head and forced her mouth backonto the dog cock."Suck his cock, you fucking bitch!.We don't give a fuck if you like it or not.You aren't here to have fun, you stupid cunt!.You are here to get fucked.andsuck cock!.So get your.
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