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And then the hot milk flooded her mouth, ran into her throat and she could feel it warming her all the way to her belly. Renee wanted to lay there and savor the lassitude she felt. But Casanova had moved between her legs and caught them with his arms under her knees pulling them up. Something hard poked her crack, off center. Jabbed again. Renee groaned. Automatically, her hips were swaying, trying to help. The rod hit her again and then was shoving deep inside her in one complete motion that seemed as if it would never stop. Her knees were crammed alongside her body squeezing into her as the Mexican bent her double and drove into her crotch with all his weight. She cried as he slammed into her, as she lifted her butt and slammed back at him. |
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She cried as she pressed herself tight to him faster and faster and faster until he stopped her and leaned heavily on her. She felt his cock swelling inside her, his lips were on her breasts, his teeth were digging into her nipple.
And then she was being filled from the inside with burning hot foam that cooked her whole body.
Casanova got off her and she sighed, stretching her arms to him. He slid away from them, gently catching her wrist and holding it over her head. Renee sighed contentedly. As long as he held even her wrist she felt full, well.
He moved down the bed. To her feet. His hand was warm on the flesh of her calf. She stretched, luxuriously.
Suddenly she was wide awake, the fear button flooding her body again. Her wrist was still being held. But Casanova was at the foot of the bed.