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Elki 3
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Paul is knocking on the door. You push the panties out of your mouth and shout
for him to get help. Instead, Paul opens the door and looks in.
"Please untie me."
Paul nods, but reaches for your pussy dildo instead. As Paul works the dildo
out and in, he has you tell him how you came to be tied up and naked. When you
finish, Paul is very excited.
"I will untie you if you let me fuck you."
"No! No! Never. HELP!"
Paul stuffs your panties back into your mouth and holds them in while he unzips
his pants. You feel him withdraw the dildo and replace it with a warm cock. You
feel him pump you and then, finally, the cum flows. Paul releases your mouth,
withdraws, plays with your plastic cones for a time, and then unties you.
Sandy is surprised at Elki's appearance. Looking at Paul's grin and Elki's torn
blouse, it looks like he raped her, which he did. When Sandy asks Elki about
her appearance, she glances at Paul and shrugs.
"I appologize for my appearance, Sandy. I was raped tonight. If you want, I can
go home and clean up."
Sandy shakes her head and proceeds to tell Paul the whole story. Elki winces as
Sandy tells about Jack's rape and torture. Finally, she explains Elki's part of
the drama. Paul grins from ear to ear.
"Can I help you torture her?"
Sandy gives Paul a strong look and explains that she will need his help at
times, but he is only a spectator. Elki looks over at the pyramid. Fear grips
her heart.
Elki has no secrets from Paul, but she is still embarassed when Sandy has her
strip while Paul watches. Paul cannot hold back a whistle of appreciation when
he looks again at her beautiful body. Elki exlplains to Sandy what the plastic
cones are for. Sandy examines Elki's breasts carefully and nods approval. Elki
agrees to make several pairs for Sandy. Sandy strips to her waist so that Elki
can examine her breasts in order to make the plastic cones. Elki takes her
measurements and writes down some numbers. Sandy dresses again and then takes
Elki to the pyramid.
"Will you help me put you up onto that?"
There are tears in Elki's eyes when she responds.
"I will."
Sandy has two ladders ready for Elki. Elki slowly climbs a ladder, and then
stands with one foot on each ladder above the pyramid. The tip of the pyramid
is pointing to Elki's cunt.
At Sandy's command, Elki lowers herself onto the pyramid. Elki holds her pussy
lips open and moves up and down on the pyramid until she is able to take
several inches into herself. Sandy nods, and Elki works more and more of it
into her until she is squating low onto her wooden lover. Without warning,
Sandy yanks the ladders out from under Elki. The pyramid plunges farther into
her, until she is resting on her pussy and clutching her stomach. A painful
scream escapes Elki's lips and dies down to a groan.
The pain is much worse than Elki expected, but she refuses to beg for relief.
Sandy grabs one of her ankles and Paul grabs the other. Another scream of pain
is heard when they hang from her legs. This is too much for Elki.
"Please, stop. Please, let me off. Please. Please."
"Can I send Jack to jail?"
Elki shakes her head and screams in anguish. Sandy leaves the apartment and
Paul waits around enjoying the view. Several times, Paul approaches and feels
her breasts or her stomach or her ass. Paul finally examines Elki's pussy
closely and then he leaves too. Elki is alone, naked, in terrible pain, perched
on top of the wooden dildo. The next hours are hell for Elki. Several times,
she gives up and yells for them to release her, but she cannot get off. Her
stomach really aches from the almost constant rubbing that even her breathing
causes.
Finally, Sandy and Paul return together. They each take a leg and lift Elki up
until the pyramid is almost out. Elki moans in despair when they lower her
slowly back down.
"There are only two more things you must do to keep Jack free. Number one is to
take a pill each day from now on. Number two is to become an exhibitionist. I
want you to show yourself off. I will give you suggestions, but I want you to
use your imagination. Do you agree to these terms?"
Elki has trouble breathing, let alone talking.
"You want me to undress in front of people?"
"That is rather simplified, but it captures the spirit of my command."
"If these are the last two things, then I agree. I will do as you say."
Paul grins and helps Sandy lift Elki up until she moans in pleasure and
comfort. Sandy winks at Paul and they lift and lower Elki in a fucking action
that causes Elki to blush a bright red and cover her pussy with her hands. When
they have had their fun, they lift her off of the pyramid. Elki's legs are
numb. She rubs her pussy and walks around until feeling returns.
"Don't worry, your pussy will return to normal. Bend over and grab your
ankles."
Elki is so far out of it, that she bends over without thinking. Sandy nods to
Paul, who pushes a capsule into Elki's asshole and then runs his finger down to
her pussy and back. Sandy smiles at the look on Elki's face, winks at Paul, and
leaves the room.
Paul is very hard already. He drops his pants and shorts and starts jacking
himself off. When he is almost ready, he fingers Elki's hole to make sure that
it is wet, and then, inserts the crown of his cock. Paul continues to pump
himself till he starts to cum. He then rams his shaft deep into her love hole
and deposits his load. Elki is still out of it and remains silent thru it all.
When Paul joins Sandy, Elki stands up and walks around the room.
Sandy brings a big bottle of large capsules for Elki. Elki is allowed to dress
while they talk about exhibitionism. Sandy gives her a lot of hints about the
type of clothes to buy and how to wear them. What not to wear, etc. They agree
that Elki will exhibit herself for one hour each day. She could be in her
house, in her car, walking down the street, etc, but she must be seen and she
must use suggestive actions. This is foreign to Elki, but she has given her
word and she will do her best. Elki does not know it, but the pills are pseudo-
pregnancy pills. Her body will act like she is pregnant as long as she takes
them. It is a very powerful drug and will cause her to produce much more milk
than a normal breast feeding mother does. Thinking about Elki's problems after
her milk starts, gives Paul and Sandy a long laugh when Elki is gone. The
capsuls also contain a spanish fly type drug to make her horny. Elki's morning
sickness will start soon and continue for a few weeks.
Elki buys several items on Sandy's list and models them in front of her mirror.
Elki is a very private type of person and this part of her torture will be hard
for her. The following are entries from Elki's diary for the next few months:
I am sick every morning now, but it clears up before noon. I get excited over
little things and have started masturbating a lot to relieve it. My breasts are
huge, I cannot wear the plastic cones any more. The boys that I meet really
stare at me now. I really stand out. Ha ha......
One of my favorite things to do is to put on a skirt, button up blouse, and go
for a ride in my car. As I ride along, I begin to look around at the other
drivers while I begin to rub myself. Before long, I'm pretty wet and pretty
daring. I hike up my skirt and undo the buttons on my shirt. Since I don't have
anything on under them ...... Then, I'll just drive along, playing with myself,
and pull up to a few guys. At first, just ones in cars ..... that way they can
only see my tits. As I get more excited, I'll look for a guy in a truck, pull
up next to him, and give him a show. If I'm at a stop light, and there are not
many people around, I'll even pull out one of my tits and play with it....
I can feel my breasts getting ready to produce the milk. I hope they will
return to normal when/if the pills stop. Sandy examines me every week and is
very pleased with my breast growth. I have had to buy new clothes and bras...
I can't seem to get enough sex. I am thinking about it all of the time now.
Today, I dressed for "show" and and went to the grocery store. I got a few
looks from the locals as I got into my car and then one guy said "Hey baby, how
'bout showing the rest of your tits?". By this time, I was so horny that I did
not care, so I simply undid my shirt and pulled it off. When I got to where
they were standing, I stopped my car so they could get a good long look and
then drove off. It was great having all those guys just sit there and stare at
my tits. I drove around a little and flashed a couple more groups of guys.
Finally, I put my shirt on and stopped to get some beer.
Once I got that, I drove home. I just started drinking and turned on the tv.
The cable had those adult movies late at night, so I started watching them. I
got undressed and got out the dildo Sandy gave me. As I watched the movie, I
could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I finally could no longer stand it
and reached down and stroked my pussy. It felt soooo good. I then heard some
noise outside. I opened my eyes and looked around and then I noticed I had not
closed my window. There were three guys across the way on their balcony,
watching me thru glasses. Well, I was a little pissed at myself for not
noticing the window open. I sat down, faced away from the guys, and started
stroking myself. I am so horny lately that I finally realized that I liked them
watching me (I have never masturbated in front of anyone before). I put on my
robe and had another beer. Facing the open window, I reached up under my robe
and started stroking my pussy again. Their eyes just got bigger as they
watched. I took off my robe, faced the chair toward the open window, sat in the
chair, and spread my legs wide, making sure they had a good view. I started
fingering myself and playing with my tits. They just kept watching. Then, I
started licking my tits and ocassionaly licking my fingers (the ones that were
in my pussy of course). I then took some shaving cream and a razor and shaved
my pussy clean while the boys watched......
I am horny all the time. I even lust after other women. Today, I begged Sandy
to let me make love with her. After I licked her asshole and forced my tongue
into it, she let me clean up and lick her delicious pussy. I could suck on her
forever. I feel like a cow and my tits have started to leak. Jack likes to milk
me like a cow. I don't care, as long as he fucks me afterward.....
Today, I bought a new, very brief bikini. When I put it on, not only could you
see my nipples, but my cunt outline was pretty visible. I went outside to lay
out on the lawn. My nipples were so hard, they just shined right through my
top. Every once in a while, I would look around and notice the guys looking at
me. Now, don't get the wrong idea. I don't have a big ego nor do I think that
I have a great body. It's just that I have always felt that nudity is very
sexual when other people are around. All I did that day was lay in the sun,
watching some of the guys watching me. But, knowing that they could see my
nipples and pussy thru the bikini made me very hot. By the end of the day, I
wanted to go back and fuck myself silly with my dildo. It took a lot of
willpower not to......
I have taken the pills for over a year, but Sandy insists that I continue.
Sandy will not let me pump my own milk out. Someone else must do it for me. I
will have to have a showdown with her, because I am soaking my clothes. It is
very painful to be so full of milk. Sandy has promised me some relief when I am
ready. I hope it is soon. Jack likes to suck my milk and it feels very good
when he does. I need more sex. I have asked Jack to be with me more, but he
says that he is too busy. On the nights that he comes by with his friends, I
have all the sex that I want for a short time. On the days that Jack does not
come, I yearn for it late into the night. I get some thrills exposing myself to
strangers, but it is not enough.....
End of diary entries.
Sandy has arranged for Paul to start 'milking' me every day. I work around his
schedule so that I go to his apartment twice each day. I never know what to
expect, except that at some time during our visit, Paul has me crawl onto his
table naked while he attaches the suckers to my tits. The suckers are not harsh
when he uses the low suction. Paul always adds a little hand action to increase
the milk output. I enjoy being milked. The preasure is relieved and it feels
good. I kiss his hands to show him that I like it. Usually, while I am kneeling
and being milked, Paul fingers my shaved pussy and explores the hot wet secrets
of my clit and pussy hole. He has me hot and ready by the time I am empty. I
suck his penis for a while, and then go to bed with him. These times are
pleasant for me. Today, while I am being milked, Paul stripped and layed under
me, so that I can suck his penis. He milks my tits and fingers my pussy while
examining my pussy very closely. Paul has learned how to turn me on, and today,
he wants to watch me grow wet and see my clitoris come to attention. He holds
my hole open and examines my inner pussy. I reach down and help him by holding
my pussy lips open for him. When Paul has his climax and crawls out from under
me, I suck his wet fingers. Paul really likes this part. I suck and move each
finger in and out while Paul milks me with his other hand. We both enjoy this
part very much.
Today was one of Jack's days and I don't produce as much milk as Paul wants.
Each time this happens, Paul punishes me with a 'spanking'. Today is no
exception. When I am pumped dry on both sides, Paul shakes his head and turns
the suction up. Now, it really hurts, and I mean major pain. Paul goes back to
my waiting ass. I brace myself for Paul's hand. Paul is trying something new
today and catches me by surprise. Instead of his hand, I get a whip across my
ass. I yelp in pain and surprise. I look back to watch Paul whip my tender
bottom. The pain is extreme. Each blow feels like it rips my flesh. He has my
full attention now. When he stops, I am crying. Paul runs his fingers over my
ass to check for damage. When he finds none, he continues whipping me until his
arm is tired. After a short time, I feel my aching tits being sucked inside
out.
When I ask Paul to remove the milkers, he goes crazy and starts whipping my
bare back. The whip goes around me and slaps my tender breasts. This is a new
level of pain and I don't like it. I reach back and grasp the whip. Paul simply
grabs my hanging tit and squeezes it hard. I let go of the whip fast. My
breasts are extremely sensitive to touch. I must get him to release me quickly
or I will be in terrible pain for days.
"Paul, you win. I will not resist again. Please release my breast. If you
don't, you might not get any milk."
Paul slowly releases me. I put both hands down on the table and wait. I can
take whatever he dishes out. I will show him. Paul backs up and really lets me
have it. My back, ass, and legs receive a terrible beating. My breasts receive
many wild blows. Even my stomach is red from abuse. When Paul is finished, I am
shaking, and struggling to stay up on my hands and knees. I am literally weak
from exhaustion and abuse. Basically, I hurt. I don't have the strength to
talk. My head is hung down and I am breathing thru my mouth in short gasps. He
didn't break me. I won.
Reason slowly returns to Paul's eyes, and I see fear for a second. I must look
a mess.
"I am sorry, love. I lost my head for a second. Don't tell Sandy about this. If
you tell her that I have abused you in any way, I will get even. You will be
sorry. Do you understand?"
I can only nod.
"Good. Now, lets get the last drop of milk out and put the milkers away."
I look down and see the milkers still attached. My dark circles have been
sucked into the funnel. As I look at myself, the pain in my tits rises to the
surface for a moment. Paul takes a breast in each hand and alternatly squeezes
and pinches my sensitive mounds, working the contents toward the nipples. I can
feel small amounts of milk drip from each nipple. I look up into Paul's face
and decide to grin and bear it. After several agonizing minutes, Paul is
satisfied.
Paul can feel the inner resistance to his will in my actions and looks. He
grabs a milker and yanks it off. I hear the POP as I feel the terrible pain. I
almost scream. Tears cloud my eyes. I want to rub myself, but I will not give
Paul the satisfaction. Paul grabs the second milker and pulls slowly this time.
The pressure on my breast tip increases until I can not stand it. I break into
sobs of pain and shame, and frustration at my failure to keep still. Paul grins
at me. Again, I can see the cruel unnormal inner creature within him come to
the surface to claim his victory. With a tremendous burst of will, I gain
control of myself and speak with a thin voice.
"Paul, that is very painful. Please, turn the milker off."
The grin broadens and he continues to increase the pressure slowly. He is
pulling the skin off of my breast. I will break soon. My resolve is about to
break when the milker POPs off. My hanging tit bounces around and finally
settles down. At last, I am free of the constant torture. I still hurt
terribly, but things will improve from here.
Paul talks to me while he puts the milker away, but I don't hear him. I remain
on my hands and knees trying to gain the strength necessary to climb down from
the table. Paul has to help me down, because I cannot get off unaided. I dress
and drive home to bed. The next day, I can barely move. I am in tears, just
getting ready for work. For once in my life, I am glad that Jack stays away.
When Sandy sees my whipped body, I have to talk hard to save Paul's balls. I
really believe she would have castrated him. She looks on me as her personal
property, and Paul wounded her property. She promises to go easy on Paul for my
sake, but I bet he gets it anyway. I grin as the thought of Sandy handing Paul
his castrated balls flashes thru my head.
Sandy has me come to her place for the next few days. Paul is not feeling well.
Sandy also likes me naked on my hands and knees on the table when she attaches
the milkers. Her hands are gentle as she works the milk out. The pump is on low
and she takes a long long time doing my breasts, one at a time. While she milks
me, she informs me that I must pay $1 for each pill in the future. I have tried
to stop taking them. I can't. I agree to pay. Sandy takes one hand and runs it
down my body to my ass. As usual, I am horny as hell. When her hand starts down
my crack and over my asshole, I shift my legs for better access. Sandy's
fingers explore my clit slowly and carefully. I am wet with love juices as she
sinks her finger deep into my love hole. I arch my back and start moving my
hips without thinking.
"Can you find my boobs?"
I reach up with trembling hand to undo her blouse. She comes closer so that I
can reach behind and unhook her bra. It comes free and my hand slips under the
loose material to her gorgeous tit. I am gentle as I kneed and stroke her
nipples to hardness. I uncover her and kiss her nipple. I then suck it into my
mouth and lick as I suck.
I reach down to her pussy. As I touch her pussy, her hand on my tit closes into
a vice like grip that brings tears to my eyes and a scream from my lips.
"I didn't give you permission to touch me, bitch."
My hand comes up to cover her hand over my aching mound.
"You need a lesson that you won't forget. Climb up onto the pyramid, slut."
I am in a daze. Sandy has me climb the ladder and lift my leg over the tip. I
open my pussy lips and start the pyramid in. Sandy pulls the ladder and my
weight falls onto my pussy. The pyramid goes deep in one painful thrust. I
scream in pain and clutch myself. Sandy takes my hands and ties them behind me.
She attaches the other sucker and turns the suction to max. The pain is too
much for me. I break down and beg her to release me. Thru hysterical tears, I
plead with her to lift me up or turn off the milker. Sandy leaves the room for
a time while I gain control of myself.
After an hour of pain, Sandy moves the ladder over so that I can lift my weight
off of my pussy. She likes to watch me use the pyramid as a dildo, so I perform
for her. It is awkward without my hands. Sandy comes to me and strokes my clit.
I quickly respond to her and moan my pleasure.
"Sandy, I love your fingers in me. I will do anything you ask."
"OK, Cow, go deeper."
I begin lifting my feet off the ladder each time I dip low on the pyramid.
Sandy is pleased and continues to stroke my clitoris. With her other hand,
Sandy starts milking my breasts hard, working what little milk is left out of
my nipples. By the time Sandy has had her fill, my legs are shaking in fatigue.
I have climaxed numerous times. I am exhausted. I lift myself off the pyramid
and Sandy helps me climb down the ladder. When Sandy removes the milkers, my
dark circles are protruding better than when I used to wear the plastic cones.
Sandy touches my protruding circles and nipples. I can sense that she wants to
taste them, but she has me dress and leave.
Paul is the milker again. He is mellow and kind to me. He rapes me whenever he
wants, but I am used to that. I even like it. Jack and his friends seem to
enjoy my milk. They each have some every time Jack takes me out. I am still
required to suck each boy to orgasm and submit myself to each, but at least I
get to make love with Jack eventually. I don't mind sucking Jack, on the
contrary, I love it. My problem is simply that Jack and his friends plus Paul
are not enough. I need more and more sex. I never get enough. The boys all
fizzle out before I am satisfied. Am I becoming a nymphomaniac?
Tonight, after my milking, I change to a brief halter and mini skirt. I always
wear garter and stockings. It is hard to hide the top of my stockings under the
brief dress. I drive to a singles bar. I don't drink, but I have to buy them
anyway in order to sit at the bar and wait for my date to show up. Every man
that comes in inspects me closely. When no one sits next to me, I hike up my
dress till the tops of my stockings show clearly. I am desperate. A well
dressed black man finally sits next to me and strikes up a conversation. He is
handsome in a rough sort of way, but he is all man. As we talk, my need grows
greater and greater. He seems to like what he sees. There is a lot to see. He
excuses himself to call some friends, so I go to the powder room and make sure
everything shows to advantage. My hair is always a problem. Back at the bar, we
become intimate. He insists that I have a drink. I don't want to get sick, so I
only drink one, but that one gives me a buzz. I should have eaten. I can see
Harry grining at my state. He has to hold me on the stool at one point. He
brushes my breasts as he holds me up. I can feel his breath on my cheek.
His friends show up and he invites me for a drive. I look at his friends and
hesitate. Harry promises to protect me from them, so I go. We drive around for
a time, while the four men consume a lot of hard liquor. I look up at him and
we kiss. I cannot hold back, I kiss him so hard that he has to back off for
breath.
"Wow! You are one hot lady."
I blush, and look away. Harry pulls my chin toward him and lays a real kiss on
me. This time, we lock tongues and dive into paradise together. His hand goes
down my shoulder and rests gently on my breast. My hand goes down his chest,
over the bulge in his pants and rests on his upper leg. Modesty forces me to
break, when I realize that we are being watched.
Someone mentions that he is hungry and his friend offers him some milk that he
has at home. I am still not myself and the alcohol takes over.
"Would you like some of mine?"
He looks at me in a funny way and then glances down at my large breasts. A
large grin breaks out, and he tells the driver to hurry. The apartment looks
like a section of a large warehouse. It is Harry's place. It is neat and fixed
up with a lot of care. I really like it and tell Harry so. The hungry friend
reminds me of my promise. I look at Harry and when he nods, I remove my halter
and bra. They are all impressed with my huge tits. I walk to the hungry one and
pull his face onto my nipple. He sucks and gets the surprise of his life. I
have to laugh out loud at his surprise. They all have a laugh and then enjoy my
milk in pairs.
When everyone has had their fill, Harry puts on music and we dance. I dance
with all of them, but Harry is my choice. I let them all feel my ass and even
my pussy thru my mini skirt. Harry reaches up under my skirt for a chance at my
treasure. I help him by raising my skirt. He feels my action and goes straight
to my pussy. I moan with pleasure when he finds my clitoris thru the thin
material.
"Harry, I want you. Please, take me."
Our kisses are deep and long. We have stopped moving. Harry backs up a few
inches to allow his friends access to my chest. I feel fingers undo my skirt
and pull it off. I feel my panties join my skirt. I almost scream when Harry's
fingers start on my naked shaved pussy. I am moving with his fingers in no
time.
Harry backs away and one of his friends substitutes his fingers for Harry's
while Harry strips. I am used to this group approach and don't resist. They
push me down onto my clothes and Harry mounts me. I feel his shaft enter my wet
pussy and moan acceptance. We lock lips and climb toward climax. Harry knows
how to make it good for me. I am not quite ready, when I feel his hot cum flow.
Harry withdraws dispite my protests and another man takes his place. I cum
several times before they are all exhausted. Afterward, I volunteer to suck
each cock clean and pump out the last drops of creamy cum. The boys are ready
for round two. This time we experiment with different positions and ass fucks.
Harry and I are doggie style when Jack breaks in with a group of his friends.
Harry recognizes Jack and I see the panic in Harry's face.
"Well well well. What have we here? Someone rapeing my girl?"
Harry withdraws and I get to my knees. I start to explain, but Jack hits me in
the face with his fist, knocking me back into Harry's arms.
Jack is really mad. I have seen him like this before, but never quite so bad. I
know when to be silent. Jack has a knife and has his friends hold Harry down
while he grabs Harry's balls, ready to castrate him. I scream and beg Jack not
to cut him. Jack pauses and a grin forms on his face.
"OK, bitch, you bite them off for me."
I plead with all I have.
"If you don't bite one off now, I will cut both of them off. You have two
seconds to decide."
I look at Harry thru tears and detect a slight nod. I bend low and take his
testicle into my mouth. I will be sick soon. I bite hard, but I cannot do it.
"Bite hard bitch, you only have one chance."
I bite hard and feel hands grip me and pull us apart. I hear Harry scream and
taste the blood. I have done it. I look over at Harry clutching his crotch. All
of Harry's friends have been castrated. Jack's friends are holding up their
scrotums, each with a pair of testicles in it.
Jack can tell that we are finished as friends. He will rape me whenever he
wants me, but it will not be the same. The look on my face must have been one
of revulsion.
"Chew it up and swallow it, or your tits are next!"
I chew and chew trying to hold my quezy stomach from revolting. While I chew,
Jack's friends strip down and rape me. Jack takes me doggie style so that I
won't be looking into his face. When I beg him to let me spit it out, Jack
grabs my tit in one hand and his knife in the other. His grip is very painful,
and the knife is very real. Somehow, I swallow. I am very very sick. They
gather up my clothes and take me away with them for a long night of sexual
orgy. It is almost morning when they push me out the door and throw my clothes
out afterward. I dress and hurry back to Harry's place. They are all gone.
Their car is gone also. I start back to my car and get picked up by the police.
Why am I out so late? Where am I going? Where have been? Why am I dressed like
a whore? ... They take me to the station for questioning. I have no ID with me
so they book me for vagrancy and I spend my weekend in jail. I call Jack to
come and get me, but he only laughs. I call Harry and he comes for me.
I am going to be Harry's mistress and do everything I can to make up for what I
did. I am going to make him the happiest man alive.
EPILOG
Jack and Sandy get together and she becomes his mistress. They deserve each
other. I become a mistress to my doctor also, but that is another story. Sandy
and Paul continue to milk me and enjoy my pain. Whenever they have a party, I
become part of the entertainment. They always have me perch on her pyramid and
use it as a dildo while her guests watch. She also milks me while they watch. I
don't mind. I have plenty of sex now and I seem to enjoy it more and more. I
still enjoy Sandy's hands milking me or exploring my naked pussy. She lets me
suck her pussy sometimes. It is enough for me.
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