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Daddy told me to stay away from
the bikers, he said they'd use a pretty little thing like me for
things I wouldn't enjoy... He was wrong. The first time I went
to a biker club, I don't know what I expected, but believe me,
they did! My viriginity was a thing of the past after only an
hour. They gave me beer and then let me smoke some grass and when
they started fondling me, well, I confess I liked it. All the
attention was on me, it was like I WAS the party or the party
favor, depending on your opinion. I know my gag reflex was gone
by the time several of them were done raping my very willing mouth.
I was a cumsoaked pile of pussy, wanting and needing a good fuck! |
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Well, they gave it to me and
then some, every hole, all at once, hands touching me everywhere.
It was amazing, I couldn't think, couldn't protest, even when
I heard them calling me names like slut and whore. I knew they
were right and I was a filthy little cunt for even coming here.
This is what I was craving, the use, the abuse, no gentle kisses,
only long, wet tongues drinking from my mouth greedily as my every
orifice was probed and plundered. I was sore for days and the
things they did, well, I'll just have to save that for when you
call, now won't I? Biker Bitch Fantasies Fulfilled Here 1-877-281-8336!! |
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