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He goes faster all the time till he explodes in her mouth. He pushes his cock down her throat and she starts to swallow. BBBBBRRRRRRRR!" He says as he shoves his fat cock down her throat. There is screaming and choking and searing pain and then she starts to breath through her nose. "Let's clean that up for her, everyone." he says as he pushes his face in. "Now." BBBBBRRRRRRRRRR!" and then "My God! My God! She's really good!" "I think that's the best blowjob she's given yet." He says as he shoves his cock down her throat again. BBBBBRRRRRRRRRR!" she cries through the nose as her face contorts from the tearing pain. "Ohhhhhh! She really is a brunette, isn't she?" BBBBBRRRRRRRR!" "Pretty, but I want to make her a real red head. I want to make her Tasha Livejasmin'S maid!" BBBBBRRRRRRRR!" BBBBBRRRRRR!" For the next few minutes or so it is all I can do to keep up with her. She is becoming my slave. I put up with her tantrums now and just let her sit and work. I've made a video of her making them.

I still keep the old style cock in though. It just drives her wild when it's forced in her mouth. I try to use the new cock in her ass now, but she won't suck it in. No matter how much I try. She still won't suck it in. She tells me she's had a few friends over this Christmas break and she's been working out but she's not in the mood to fuck. Well, except for Christmas break. She comes over over this Saturday afternoon. Ten miles from the old site. It's still in good shape. She begins to work out.

Just standing. Tonsil. Only forty-five pounds. That's the old military weight. She looks good in her sweat pants. She runs. She bikes. She runs. I still call from my old desk when she passes out. She still doesn't answer when I finally get a hold of her. A lonely voice. I begin to drive around the old site..