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She thought, I'm going to kill you, you rotten bastard. |
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'I usually don't go off so quick.' He sounded chipper. 'Guess you're just too hot for me.' |
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Maureen lay still, gasping and sobbing. Her knees were up. She felt Buddy's semen rolling slowly inside her. Some of it leaked out and flowed down. She clenched her buttocks together. The stuff felt like thick glue. |
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A big, white towel flopped onto her belly. |
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'Let's go,' he said. 'Dry off. I've got some friends I want you to meet.' |
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Holding the towel to her belly, she sat up. She wanted to stuff it down between her legs and swab away the sticky mess, but that would ruin the towel. So she shook it open and started with her hair. While she dried herself, she felt more and more of the stuff dribble out of her. It tickled a little bit. It made her anus itch. |
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Finally, after she'd dried her legs, she struggled up to a squatting position and tried to rub away every trace of the fluid. |
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'Squeaky clean?' Buddy asked. |
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She looked at him. He was smiling, doing a merry little dance as he rubbed an open towel across his back. His penis was red. It was sticking out straight, partly erect, bobbing and swinging as he moved. |
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'Want some more?' he asked. |
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She turned her face away, dropped the towel and stood up. She stepped over the side of the tub. Though dry, the skin between her buttocks still felt a little tacky. |
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Her dress was heaped on the floor, partly covered by |
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