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You smugly add another finger inside her cunt and thrust in and out. Her pussy seemed to suck you in. "Tomorrow at...''fuck'''...Tomorrow at 3 pm...", Jessica tries to say. Her hand shoots down and slaps your arm in a vain effort to stop you.She was incredibly wet, despite the circumstances. You knew that she enjoyed it. Another finger is added, making a total of four. You explore the vagina from which you came, feeling every ridge and tickling every bump. In no time, she cums, squirting a torrent of lubrication over your arm.  
You smugly add another finger inside her cunt and thrust in and out. Her pussy seemed to suck you in. "Tomorrow at...''fuck'''...Tomorrow at 3 pm...", Jessica tries to say. Her hand shoots down and slaps your arm in a vain effort to stop you.She was incredibly wet, despite the circumstances. You knew that she enjoyed it. Another finger is added, making a total of four. You explore the vagina from which you came, feeling every ridge and tickling every bump. In no time, she cums, squirting a torrent of lubrication over your arm.  
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"Perhaps I should come at a different time...", the patient asks, clearly concerned and confused. "No no wait...I just have to...''oh my FUCKING GOD''...", she says under her breathe, blushing scarlet red. Your mother brushes her hair out of her face and violently types in her computer the patient information.
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"Perhaps I should come at a different time...", the patient asks, clearly concerned and confused. "No no wait...I just have to...''oh my FUCKING GOD''...", she moans under her breathe, blushing scarlet red. Your mother brushes her hair out of her face and violently types in her computer the patient information.
You decide it's time, and add the 5th and final finger inside her sopping wet box. She cringes in pleasure and keels over on her desk, audibly panting. ''No no no not now...'', you hear her say quietly. You brace your self against her thighs and push your push all the way in until it meets her cervix. Jessica screams into her elbow and bites her jacket, trying to remain calm.  
You decide it's time, and add the 5th and final finger inside her sopping wet box. She cringes in pleasure and keels over on her desk, audibly panting. ''No no no not now...'', you hear her say quietly. You brace your self against her thighs and push your push all the way in until it meets her cervix. Jessica screams into her elbow and bites her jacket, trying to remain calm.  

Revision as of 05:14, 20 August 2013

You smugly add another finger inside her cunt and thrust in and out. Her pussy seemed to suck you in. "Tomorrow at...fuck'...Tomorrow at 3 pm...", Jessica tries to say. Her hand shoots down and slaps your arm in a vain effort to stop you.She was incredibly wet, despite the circumstances. You knew that she enjoyed it. Another finger is added, making a total of four. You explore the vagina from which you came, feeling every ridge and tickling every bump. In no time, she cums, squirting a torrent of lubrication over your arm.

"Perhaps I should come at a different time...", the patient asks, clearly concerned and confused. "No no wait...I just have to...oh my FUCKING GOD...", she moans under her breathe, blushing scarlet red. Your mother brushes her hair out of her face and violently types in her computer the patient information.

You decide it's time, and add the 5th and final finger inside her sopping wet box. She cringes in pleasure and keels over on her desk, audibly panting. No no no not now..., you hear her say quietly. You brace your self against her thighs and push your push all the way in until it meets her cervix. Jessica screams into her elbow and bites her jacket, trying to remain calm.

She picks up a pen and paper to write down the time and place, but is interrupted by a violent thrust of your arm. It was nor buried almost elbow deep inside her, stretching her vulva to the point of tearing.

"Excuse me miss...is something wrong?", the patient asks. "I'm fine thank you...", you mother replies.

You slowly dig your fingers past her cervix, one by one. She drops her pen under the table, messing up the note she was writing.



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