#4777 - Her hands burrowed into my wet snatch, gentler this time but they were going deeper and deeper, When she had worked her way past one finger to all four she started gently pumping, slowly spreading her fingers inside me, taking obvious glee in stretching me out, working in, she could of been smaking her lips at the sight, but I closed my eyes and decided to enjoy the experience that I had no control over. Full of cocky punk additude I muttered, What do you think you are looking at you fat dyke? Nice boots. One time during a awful drunken night during Mardi gras, I saw Irene beat the snot out of a silly redneck from Idaho, I never knew what he did to offend her, but he left with blood pouring from his nose like a faucet, and she wore his U of I hat as a trophy for a week.
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