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Fuck the Poor! | sindermann | 5

 

He pushed her back against the wall, and squatted down. His now slick cock was long and pulsing. Autumn looked away as he grabbed each of her tits. Obscenely, he mashed her breasts together and started grinding on her chest; his cock slipping between them.
"Suck it on the way up, bitch!" he demanded, grabbing her hair. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The cockhead slipped passed her lips with each thrust. She looked up at him. He was grunting and thrusting, his abs rippling as he did so. Ever the optimist, Autumn thought "Well, at least he's cute..." Just then, he pitched forward.

Her eyes went wide a liquid fire shot into her mouth. She gargled as thick ropes of cum shot down her throat. He thrust and bucked wildly, shooting his load all over her smooth, innocent face. Cum ran like molassas down her cheeks, onto her throat, all over her tits. Spent, he slowly slid his cock into her mouth, letting the last of his cum dribble into her.
He stepped back, looking at her heaving, cum stained tits. He flicked open a cellphone. "Yeah, its done. What else?" She tries to hear what is said as she stairs up at him, but can't make it out. A wicked smile parts his lips. "You the boss." he says, and closes the phone.

Autumn was suddenly very, very afraid.

 

What does he do next?


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