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.. I’m so sorry... I know what I am, what I’m worth, all that I’m good for. I just wanted you to think better of me. Seeing you with the other girls at school, I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend. I finger fuck myself every night thinking of you holding me and kissing me and protecting me. I think of you when Daddy and his friends are fucking me. But Daddy doesn’t let me see boys. Daddy says that I’m his whore. Daddy makes me let his friends use me to get drugs. If Daddy knew I was with a boy he’d kill me.”Her face turned dark and frightened for a moment and she stopped frigging herself. “I mean it, Dave. Daddy told me what he did to Mommy... He told me he’d do that to me if I tell anyone... If I don’t obey him...”Then the moment passed. I pointed to the crack pipe, and when she took another hit her eyes glazed over and she went back to working her cunt and started begging me for my cock. I stood up and slowly removed my clothes. She had seen my cock before when I pissed on her, but now. Her body tensed and she groaned into my mouth as her climax overtook her. We kept right on fucking and kissing as she seemed insatiable. I felt my own orgasm approaching as the familiar feeling in my balls was present. I then sunk my cock as deep into her as possible and filled her pussy with streams of cum. My cock just seemed to keep throbbing and firing one round after the other into her warm passage. She pressed her face into my shoulder to muffle her cries of ecstasy. Her body leaped out of control and she pounded her pelvis into me as she experienced another intense orgasm. Anna’s female juices mixed with my seed in her pussy and coated my cock. I stayed hard so I kept on fucking her as she slowly recovered from her climax. Carla pulled on my hips and I backed out of Anna. My hard cock dripping wet with our juices stood out as I knelt back. Carla then pointed to her pussy and I re-entered her. I stayed hard and knew that I could cum a fourth time but that it would take some.
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