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Battle fuck | spentbob | 31

 

Your sore cock still rock hard and throbbing, you grab the techno girl by her shoulders and lift her up so she's sitting on the edge of a workbench and step between her legs. Laughing, she kicks her pants, already pooled around her ankles, off over her boots and wraps her slim legs around you.

You're angry, but the girl seems anything but - she's grinning broadly and her eyes, bright and sparkling, shine with playful lust as they stare deep into yours.

"Come on then, mister," she says, teasingly, "You wanna fuck? Let's fuck."

"Oh, we're going to fuck alright," you tell her, determined to teach this girl a lesson.

Still holding tight onto her arms, you thrust your rock hard dick deep into her, and both of you gasp as her tight, wet pussy envelopes you.
Jesus, is she tight! As tight as any girl you've known, almost as tight as that infernal machine she'd just had on you. You moan as you feel her muscles clench around you, and she laughs again and bucks her hips back against you as you thrust.

"Come on, mister, you can do it harder than that!"

She feels incredible, squeezing you, clenching and writhing, and you realize that you've made a mistake here - after the working over her cock-milking machine gave you, this sexy little mink is going to easily have you spurting your load way before you manage to get her to orgasm. You let go of her arms and try to pull out, but she wraps her legs tighter around your ass, and wraps her arms around your neck as she pulls you back against her, bucking at you even harder.

"Oh no, " she says with a giggle, thrusting back against you, "You're not.. getting.. away.. that.. easy!"

You close you eyes and moan, feeling right on the brink of cumming....



 

Mystery Time!


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