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. and I picked up the first man I met!" she exclaimed and colored brightly."Go on." We went to a motel and we... we had sex." Did you enjoy it?" he asked, leaning forward.Nodding her head slightly, Karen looked up then and told him, "I did... and the strangest thing happened... while we were... were..." Fucking..." Prinz supplied the word for her.Karen blushed deeply and continued, "While we were doing it, I had the overpowering desire to be spanked."Prinz looked at her for a long moment as she paused, then he asked, "Did you feel as though you had to be punished for having natural desires, Karen?" I... I don't know... but that's not all, Doctor... these dreams, you see... I've been having these strange dreams," she told him."Tell me about them, Karen..." I don't know if I can... they're so horrid... so perverted." All right... let's examine it. You say you went to a bar and picked up a man. You fulfilled a natural urge by fucking." He smiled as he saw her wince. "Come now, surely. "Such a sweet tight asshole you have, Julie," Hepraised, as he slapped my ass cheeks again, making me tighten on his cockagain. I felt Sir Michael begin to pull out, but then he pushed forward with his cockagain, plunging his thick love muscle deeper into my little hole. My assholesqueezed inside as he begin to push further into the depths of my asshole."NOOO, DON?T GO SO DEEP,? I screamed. ?IT HURTS!" Sir Michael?sstrong hands and weight pinned me to the edge of the bed, as he slowly skeweredme with his thick big cock. My asshole was stretched wide open, and spasmed around his cock head, as the walls of my rectumexpanded outward to accept his bulbous tip. MY sphincter grabbed his shaft asit pushed in and out, gripping it tightly as if it were a rubber sleevestretched around it. "AAAGGGhhhhh, please, don't do this any more! Please, cumm in my mouth, Sir, but just don't put it in anydeeper!" Suddenly, I felt Sir Michael quickly push another inch of hardcock into me, making me scream.
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