Ask the punkette to go again

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"No, no", she gasps. Barely a whisper. Her overheated breath forms a film of mist across the screen of Street Fighter. "No more, I can't... I can't come again, don't make me co-" A sharp orgasmic convulsion cuts her off in a helpless whimper. Your unrelenting hard-on has been mercilessly kneading the punkette's pussy meat for the last two hours. The amazingly tight clasp of her slit is long gone. She's even abandoned her stubborn grip on the console controls and now simply leans against the metal console for support, perky tits crushed flat against the cold glass screen. Her pussy lips slide limply along your glistening member as it starts up once more, sliding balls-deep into her overflowing cunt.
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"No, no," she gasps. Barely a whisper. Her overheated breath forms a film of mist across the screen of Street Fighter. "No more, I can't... I can't come again, don't make me co-"  
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A sharp orgasmic convulsion cuts her off in a helpless whimper. Your unrelenting hard-on has been mercilessly kneading the punkette's pussy meat for the last two hours. The amazingly tight clasp of her slit is long gone. She's even abandoned her stubborn grip on the console controls and simply leans against the metal console for support, perky tits crushed flat against the cold glass screen. Her pussy lips slide limply along your glistening member as it starts up once more, sliding balls-deep into her overflowing cunt.
You decide it's about time to end this.
You decide it's about time to end this.

Revision as of 14:55, 3 April 2013

"No, no," she gasps. Barely a whisper. Her overheated breath forms a film of mist across the screen of Street Fighter. "No more, I can't... I can't come again, don't make me co-"

A sharp orgasmic convulsion cuts her off in a helpless whimper. Your unrelenting hard-on has been mercilessly kneading the punkette's pussy meat for the last two hours. The amazingly tight clasp of her slit is long gone. She's even abandoned her stubborn grip on the console controls and simply leans against the metal console for support, perky tits crushed flat against the cold glass screen. Her pussy lips slide limply along your glistening member as it starts up once more, sliding balls-deep into her overflowing cunt.

You decide it's about time to end this.

You are possessing:
6th Grade Boy
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