Atlas moves behind Sam
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Holy, shit, you think to yourself, is that his penis? | Holy, shit, you think to yourself, is that his penis? | ||
| - | Before you can say a word and without warning Atlas mounts Sam. A look of anxious confusion crosses her face | + | Before you can say a word and without warning Atlas mounts Sam. A look of anxious confusion crosses her face as her arms falter under his weight. His front paws push her slender upper body to the floor, leaving her ass elevated. She exhales a sharp breath as her chest hits the floor. Her right cheek is now resting on the floor. |
| - | + | Sam: Uh... | |
| - | + | Tim: ... | |
| - | Sam: (Each word is cut off by Atlas's thrusts) Tim-- hold-- my-- ...-- uh-- hand--...--- | + | Sam begins to realize Atlas's intentions and that it's futile to resist. Each thrust rocks her hips closer into position. Finally, Atlas' penis parts your sister's tender pussy lips. All Atlas' 7 inches fill her preteen pussy. Her eyes roll towards you as she tries to speak... |
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| + | Sam: (Each word is cut off by Atlas's thrusts) Tim-- hold-- my-- ...-- uh-- hand-- ...--- | ||
Do you: | Do you: | ||
Current revision as of 23:40, 2 April 2014
You catch a glimpse of a red shaft through Atlas's rear legs as he starts to wag his tail and move around and behind Sam.
Holy, shit, you think to yourself, is that his penis?
Before you can say a word and without warning Atlas mounts Sam. A look of anxious confusion crosses her face as her arms falter under his weight. His front paws push her slender upper body to the floor, leaving her ass elevated. She exhales a sharp breath as her chest hits the floor. Her right cheek is now resting on the floor.
Sam: Uh...
Tim: ...
Sam begins to realize Atlas's intentions and that it's futile to resist. Each thrust rocks her hips closer into position. Finally, Atlas' penis parts your sister's tender pussy lips. All Atlas' 7 inches fill her preteen pussy. Her eyes roll towards you as she tries to speak...
Sam: (Each word is cut off by Atlas's thrusts) Tim-- hold-- my-- ...-- uh-- hand-- ...---
Do you:
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| Tim, age 9, horny |
