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Were reddening. Mr. Shale reached out and took her arm. He pulled her next to him, putting one arm around her shoulder, pushing her knees down with the other. He looked at her bondage rape Her pubic hair was light blonde and sparse. Claire began to cry. Mr. Shale hugged her, shushed her, and whispered, "Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Claire." He ran his left hand along her waist, gently caressing.
Her small ass. When her sniffling lessened, he kissed her forehead, then gently eased her head down to his lap. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked. She only shook her head. She didn't do anything for a while, as though she were trying to decide just what to do first or what it was possible to do. Then she kissed--ever so slightly--the underside of Jack's cock. Then again, a little higher. Again. She looked.
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Up at him, a frightened questioning in her eyes. "You're doing fine, baby, just keep going. Use your tongue, too, and your whole mouth." Claire turned her body around so that she was kneeling on the seat, her small breasts hanging ever so gently from her chest, her left hand on the back of the seat, her right on the seat between his legs. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, up, up, to the mushroom cap, sending a shiver up Jack's spine.
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. She opened her mouth and slid his cock along her tongue until it disappeared into the warm confines of that orifice. Claire sucked Mr. Shale's cock for a while, moving her mouth up and down his shaft on her own, almost as though she was getting into it. Mr. Shale did not fall for the illusion, though. He knew what was happening. This was the moment when the girl felt that the solution to her problem was easy. Suck his dick and then go home and shower and rinse out your mouth and tell.
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Your mom or whoever. Sucking dick isn't very hard, nor too traumatic, really. She was excited that it was so easy. She was not enjoying it. Mr. Shale had read so many stories on the Internet about girls being raped 'so well' that they enjoyed it. Even that fighter he'd forced to cum bondage rape not enjoy her orgasm. He'd only done one girl who enjoyed it, but she'd been willing from.
The start. She had been a real slut, probably turned into that by a lascivious father. Mr. Shale had fixed her. When she went home, she hated the very thought of sex. No, girls don't enjoy the experience. At least, not girls like Claire. Good girls. Innocent girls. Mr. Shale was gently guiding her head with his hand. He had begun to pre.
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Ss a bit harder so that whenever she went down, she went too far down and gagged a bit. Saliva and precum were making a mess of her face and his cock. He liked to see a messy face like that. She was beautiful. He finally pulled her up, all the way up, his cock slipping out of her mouth. Strings of stick.
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Y saliva bridged the cap between her mouth and his prick. When they broke, they fell down her chin and neck. Mr. Shale had seen movies and read stories where men would kiss a girl on the lips at this point, sharing the sticky mess with her. He'd even seen men taste their own semen from a girls mouth or off of some other part of her body. Jack Shale would not do this, however. Not because he despised the taste--for he'd consumed many other things whose taste disgusted him. Rather because the base fluids of the body were not his drink. It was her position that required the drinking and wearing of the sticky mess; his too eject it from his body. It was their roles that dictated such. Man and girl. Adult and child. Violator and victim.
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