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Again and again the slaps landed
with a quickening tempo. Candi was soon sobbing, but
despite the sting of the blows, a familiar feeling
began building within her. Each smack of Henderson's
hand seemed to fan an ember inside her. She shook
her head, confused at strapon
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of Henderson's arousal, his ripening firmness unmistakable
from her position on his lap. Suddenly, Candi realized
the reprimand was over. Henderson grabbed her panties
again, rape cartoons yanked them off completely and
tossed them to the floor. He told her to stand up.
She watched as he unbuckled his belt, and let his
trousers and shorts fall around his ankles. Without
thinking, Candi had reached behind her, gingerly touching
her sore bottom with one hand, and feeling the dampness
of her own excitement with the other. She was in rape
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Sitting down again in his padded leather chair, Henderson
looked up at her. His eyes told her what he wanted,
and she responded aloud, as though spoken to. "Yes,
Mr. Henderson." She stepped toward him and straddled
his legs. taking hold of him, she guided him rape
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one knee up into the narrow space between his leg
and the side of the chair. Then she lifted the other
knee, reaching for the back of the chair for support.
He grabbed her hips with both hands and forcefully
pulled her the rest of the way onto him. Holding her
in place with his left hand, he used his right to
massage her succulent sex bud. Together they rocked
in the chair in a quickly building frenzy.
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