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05/05/10(Wed)04:21 No.9623697>>9623612
As she starts to protest, you silence her by kissing her hard on the mouth. You taste strawberries: perhaps you caught her in the middle of a midnight snack when you came in.
You roll again, getting a kiss strawberries result, so you close in for a second kiss, and then a third, as the dice seem to be fixated on rolling ones. She pulls you down in hard, and her small, slender body presses against yours, mashing what strawberries remain and letting the sticky juices flow over her skin. . .
You pull back a bit now, and remembering some little tricks you learned from the last time, begin to pleasure her using only the tips of your fingers. Though she reaches out and tries to pull you close, you keep her pinned down, then she can only gasp and moan as she presses herself hard against your fingers as they quest inside her. She is shaking her head back and forth, moaning, "You bastard! you bastard, oh god, just. . . stop, please! Oh. . . oh god!"
Feeling her start to grow close, you pull your hand away. . . and she starts to explode. "Oh god, oh god, don't stop, pleaaase!" she whimpers. |
