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With each barbarous thrust, her
buttocks flattened against the hardness of his stomach.
She moaned in joyful anguish as he worked through
her depths. Whimpering, she twirled her fingers around
her clitoris as she cock
and ball torture rotated her hips in fervid passion.
She squealed, "Oh, GOD! I'm COMING! DO it, Roger!
FUCK it, Roger! SHOVE it IN me, Roger! Oh, ROGER-R-R-R-R!
FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" Ellen's back arched expectantly,
then she tremored, her hands reaching behind her to
grasp his hips as the orgasm throbbed through her.
She sobbed, biting her lower lip, as tears rolled
down her cheeks. She grasped the bulging base of his
cock as it skewered through her creaming free rape
video tunnel. Roger's rape
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his tool home with a rape photo vengeance. His body
jerked as he muttered, "I'm coming, Ellen!" Ellen
cried, "Oh YES!" as she pressed the nakedness of her
quaking back against her brother's shuddering chest
and stomach. She fucked her hips back and forth ecstatically
and murmured, "I can FEEL it about to EXPLODE! OHHH
YES-S-S-S!" He shuddered and groaned, lost in a tornado
of passion. Ellen's body spasmed as she leaned forward,
bracing her body as her fingernails clawed at the
walls. And then it happened! He exploded. She screamed
at the sensation of rape site his heated sperm, spurting
like a mad volcano through her vaginal walls. She
was crying, biting her shoulder in ecstasy. Wiping
her tears away, She mewed, "I loved it! I LOVED it!"
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"You mean rape stories what?" she
asked sternly, enunciating each word with slow ease.
Her faint New England accent made the words seem aristocratic.
There was an edge to her voice and a tightening of
her grip on the whip, a female
cherished gift the rape of the lock from an old lover
she'd met and left at West Point, twenty years earlier.
Youngest rape movie head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff
and the first female, ushered into the top ranks of
the military along with the first woman president
and nearly a half female Senate. "I mean nothing,"
Michael answered weakly. The General gave him an affectionate
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stories swat on the butt with the glossy handle
of her whip. The young man, barely 18, tensed then
relaxed. The President stepped forward and placed
her hands reassuringly on Michael's wiry young shoulders.
Such a burden for one so young to carry, she thought
wryly. Not unlike the burden of leadership. The head
of the U.S. smiled slightly, considering what she
had planned for this evening. A week of unrelenting
reporters and trying minor crises had left her strained
and nervous. This was a splendid idea of the General's.
Jenny asked, "Can my friend get up from the desk now?"
The President considered, then assented. "For now."
Jenny helped Michael up, and made a secret, apologetic
face at him while her back was turned to the older
women.
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