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. Mr. Shale positioned the obedient girl where he wanted her: on her knees, facing the back of the seat, her head crooked in the small space between the back window and where the seat became a horizontal shelf-space. He rape torture behind her, pressing the side of his shaft against her tiny little butt, sliding it up and down the virgin crevice. He looked out the back window as he leaned over shoulder, pulling her long hair back away from her face. No one was coming. No one would come. That is w.
Hy he chose this spot of all others for these moments. Jack kissed Claire's ear, then her shoulder, then he slipped his cock down under his ass, finding the other virgin crevice. He pressed his cock into her pussy, feeling it spread under the pressure. She was warm, slightly wet. It was not arousal, however, but her body's natural reaction. She wasn't soaked with lubrication, a whore. She was only moist, not terrified enough to be bone dry, for she believed that when he was done, she would go home and her life woul.
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D be normal again. She had been quiet until the head of Jack's cock struggled against her hymen. As he tore through it, she let out a gasp and a sob. But Mr. Shale was gentle. He continued his upward thrust until he had buried himself into her to the hilt. He held her left shoulder with his left hand, and reached around to grasp her apple-sized right tit with the other. H.
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E pulled out slowly, then pushed forward again. She moaned a little. He repeated the thrust, over and over. Eventually she was quiet again, the pain having subsided. Now was only the uncomfortable rubbing of his cock against the lips of her cunt. Soon, Mr. Shale knew, she would be unable to help but to cum. It would be okay if she did, though, because it was natural now. She still wouldn't like the experience, that was for sure, but her body--not traumatized by a brutal physical rape--would have to respond to his manipulation of her clit as he fucked her. It would not make her a slut. Mr. Shale began to speed up his motions and make them harder. His pelvis slapped against her ha.
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Rd ass and he could see it growing red with the abuse. Jack pulled out of her and quickly put her down on her back, her head resting uncomfortably against the passenger side door. He found her box again and slipped inside of her. As he fucked rape torture furiously, she began making tiny squeaks as sensations beyond her understanding filled her. Mr. Shale bent down and took her left nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and lic.
King the pale protuberance. Jack could feel his balls tightening. He thrust devastatingly hard a few times, then pulled out and moved forward, shoving his cock into her mouth. Claire sucked his prick and held the base with one hand. He batted it away as the first stream of cum splashed into her sucking mouth. He pulled out during the second, his jism dripping down her lower lip and chin, drooling to her throat. The third blast slapped her across her face, up her nose, on her forehead.
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, and in her blonde hair. She had closed her mouth as a reflex to having the bitter cum on her tongue. He pushed the head of his cock against her tightly sealed lips, letting two more streams splash as they erupted from his balls and hit her lips. The spunk splashed her cheeks, her lips, gathered in her ears, and found its way int.
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O her hair on either side of her face. Mr. Shale got off of her and sat back against the other door. She looked at him, the questioning in her eyes again. He knew her so well. "Go ahead and swallow it." He watched her throat muscles work. Twice. She just lay there then, unable to move of her own volition. She was like a pet suddenly thrown into the wild, unsure of how to act now that it was free. For the first time since getting into the backseat, Mr. Shale was not telling her or making her do something. Should she sit up? Stay there? Speak? Remain silent? Jack Shale knew each question as she thought it. He understood so perfectly the.
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