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What else? What else could he want to hear? At the risk of failing his test by becoming redundant, she continued mixing and matching everything she had said so far, while she slowly eased back into what she was starting to think of as 'her position'; 'her fuck-meat position', spreading her knees farther apart than her roped ankles with her elbows, while she diddled herself with one hand and finger-fucked herself with the other.
"Please, Sir, Please hurt me with your cock. I'm such a stupid cunt, but I'm getting wet for you" Which was true. While her brain was still disgusted with the things she was begging, her slick fingers had managed get her slightly wet. Or could she actually be starting to get into her slut roll? Her audience may have thought so, because with bedroom eyes, as if enamoured by her vulgarly enticing performance, he went to one knee beside her, and slowly lowered himself toward her for a passionate kiss. She stopped her monologue and sensuously parted her lips to receive him.