[Witnessing my mother being raped by a foreigner]

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My mother, Wang Shanling, was an exceptionally beautiful woman, possessing all the qualities of a beauty. She was 168

cm tall, with long, jet-black hair, clear, bright eyes, a straight, smooth nose, alluring

cherry and smooth skin, firm and full breasts, a slender and supple waist, and a full yet well-proportioned figure. She

was originally a student in the dance department of an art academy and later stayed on to teach. She was especially skilled in classical Chinese dance. When I was little, I

looked at our family photo album (which included pictures of my mother performing), and my mother, dressed in ancient costumes, looked like a fairy from

heaven . After marrying my father, my mother left the academy and went into business. She was very successful in the business world,

quickly rising to the position of public relations manager at a hotel. She met many people. Later, my mother

divorced .

When I was 13, she met a tall, strong, and cool-looking

foreign businessman . She was only 32 years old at the time, and stunningly beautiful. After that, the foreign businessman called my mother almost every day, sent her flowers,

and frequently came to our house. Because he always brought me lots of new and interesting toys, I didn't dislike him; in fact,

I hoped he could come every day.

Soon, my mother and he were inseparable. During that time, my mother acted

like , dressing up beautifully every day, and completely losing

the aloof demeanor she had as a public relations manager when she was with him. She also had more social engagements, often calling home to ask the nanny to take care of me for

dinner . I was happy to do this (our nanny was a very pretty older woman). When

my mother came home at night, her face was often very red, and her brand-new uniform was always disheveled.

When she came in and saw me watching TV, she would come over, kiss me, and say, "Baby, sweetie… Mommy brought you

something delicious. It's late, go to sleep." Then she would rush to the bathroom. One time, while my mother was in

the bathroom secretly opened her purse and found those oddly shaped, colorful condoms with raised bumps inside!!

(After that, I discovered even more types—such as those with suction cups at the tip, those with extended protrusions, eye

rings, beads, etc.) I quietly returned to my room and masturbated all night, my mind filled with

images of my mother's alluring, petite body in the arms of that foreign businessman. After that, whenever I thought of such a scene, I would become extremely

excited .

I even had the urge to see my mother being fucked by a foreigner. Finally, the opportunity came.

That afternoon, it suddenly started raining heavily. In the evening, I was at home reading porn and masturbating when I suddenly heard

the garage door open. I hurriedly tidied myself up and went downstairs to open the door, wondering why my mother had come home early today.

Just as I reached the door, I suddenly heard them talking:

"Ling'er, I really miss you." "You're so

annoying, keep your hands to yourself... umm... okay, don't let Hao Hao see..."

"Ling'er, look at me, I'm all wet standing here, can I come in and warm up?"

"You're so annoying, you're definitely up to no good, oh no... umm... don't... ah... ah, okay,

come in, you little devil..."

"Hehe, that's a good boy... my dear Ling'er..."

Mom said to me after entering the house, "Haohao, the rain washed away the road, so Uncle can't go home.

Would you like to stay with us for the night?"

"Hmph, I didn't ask you (a classic case of protesting too much). Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Well, maybe

I'll even get to see him..."

I thought to myself, and said, "Okay, Uncle treats me very well, I like him a lot. Mom, Uncle is

a guest tonight, so you have to take good care of him."

Hearing this, the man smiled and said to me, "Little Hao is such a good boy. Your

mom very considerate..."

Mom's face immediately turned red, and she scolded me playfully, "You're so frivolous... Little Hao, go upstairs and study..." "

But I've finished my homework."

"Then read more books, hurry up!"

I reluctantly went upstairs. At the door of my room, I heard them saying downstairs, "Ling'er, I didn't realize you were

so strict with your son."

"Ugh, I don't want him to grow up like you..."

"Wouldn't it be better to be like me? You forgot you said, 'I love you to death, dear brother…' didn't you

…?"

"Oh…oh…oh…I am…ah…"

"What? I can't hear you…"

"He's my own brother... Oh... I love you so much..."

I secretly peeked from upstairs and saw the man reclining on the sofa, holding my mother in his arms, her

legs spread apart on his lap. He had lifted my mother's pale yellow dress to her waist

, revealing her white, semi-transparent silk panties. Her long, shapely legs were bare, her two jade-like thighs were completely naked, one slender

foot was completely exposed, the other was still in a black leather boot. My mother's white dress lay on the floor,

her light pink t-shirt pulled up high, revealing her fair, slender waist and sexy navel, as if she were wearing

a crop top. Her pink bra concealed her prominent, bowl-shaped breasts, but a small portion of her pectoral muscles and cleavage

were exposed outside the bra. He had one arm around my mother's waist, and the other hand was fondling her

delicate breasts.

"No...don't touch my breasts...I hate it...let go, or you won't get any food."

Only then did he put his mother down, and the two went into the kitchen one after the other. Seeing what had just happened, my

heart pounded: it seemed like tonight was going to be interesting.

Intermittent laughter and moans came from the kitchen. About an hour and a half later, my mother called

me from downstairs for dinner.

I noticed that her cheeks were flushed, and she was walking awkwardly. During the meal, my mother kept adding food to that man's plate,

looking at him with a strange expression. He, however, seemed not to notice... He just kept teasing me and talking to me. He even told me that

my mom's tofu was the best, and he'd never forget it.

My mom blushed. She glared at him, then silently got up to add more soup for him.

He even laughed and said to me, "What if I killed your mom and ate her meat?" I said, "Okay, give

me some too." He laughed heartily and said, "Okay, okay, I'll definitely give you some good meat." My mom glared at me and

said angrily, "You brat, don't talk nonsense!"

After dinner, my mom said, "Haohao, it's getting late, go to bed."

(Hmph, so eager for me to leave?)

"No, I want to sleep with Uncle!"

"Sweetie... Uncle will sleep in the living room tonight."

I had no choice but to go back to my room. Laughter drifted in from downstairs... but I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee and went to the bathroom, but in the hallway I heard a faint, clear

ringing of a bell coming from my mother's bedroom.

I quietly went over and peeked through the crack in the door—a scene I'll never forget...

My mother was kneeling on the floor with her back to me, her upper body naked except for a light purple bodice. The thin purple

thread wrapped around her slender, white waist, and the diamond-shaped, semi-transparent fabric tightly hugged

her high, firm breasts, making them seem about to burst out, causing the thin straps around her waist to dig into her flesh.

She wore a light purple mini-skirt, revealing her round,

white , and about three-inch purple high heels. My mother knelt

between the boss's legs.

Her head swayed back and forth between his legs, moving back and forth. Her slender waist and

round buttocks swayed with his movements. The boss sat on the bed, stroking my mother's disheveled hair, a lewd

grin on his face.

This lascivious scene stunned me. Where had my mother's usual noble demeanor gone?

The image of the virtuous lady she had portrayed in ancient times was now replaced by a wanton woman. Those proud, high breasts, slender waist, round buttocks, and agile body, the result of decades of

dance

all, in a way, meant for the pleasure of sex…

“Mmm…uh…sizzle…”

“Don't just suck it!!” *

Slap!* My mother's beautiful face was slapped. Good heavens, my mother was giving the boss oral sex.

“Use the tip of your tongue!”

“Ugh…uh…”

“Yes, very good…oh yeah…”

Hearing this, my mother worked even harder.

"Hmm, not bad, get up."

Mom lifted her buttocks, her hands on the headboard, her short skirt riding up to reveal her plump, white buttocks

and pink lingerie, which was already soaked, with a considerable amount of her juices even on the floor she had just been lying on.

Mom said in a coquettish voice, "Darling, ah... ah... please... let me... go...!" "

Wow! Ling'er, I didn't expect you to be so wet! You've wanted this for a long time

, haven't you?" "You're so annoying! If you hadn't given it to me... I wouldn't have this... Ugh, you're bullying me."

"Ling'er, I love your shy look the most. You're a cold beauty during the day, and at night you're... hahaha."

"Shut up, you can't say anything nice

." "Fine, fine, if I'm a dog, then you're..."

"Ah... don't say it... let me go..."

"Let go of what??"

"Ah... ah... hurry up, you know the answer already."

"Hehe... I'll let you go if you say you're a little bitch."

"Ah... no... ah... no..."

"I can't help it if you don't say it."

"You're so bad... teasing me on purpose."

"Say it quickly, otherwise you won't be able to take it and Xiao Hao will hear, then... hahaha..."

"Ah... okay... okay. I... am... am a little bitch..."

"Louder, I didn't hear you!"

"I... I'm your little bitch, ah..."

"Haha...haha...so good! Come on."

Hearing this, Mom breathed a sigh of relief and obediently climbed onto the bed, snuggling into the boss

's arms like a kitten. The boss pinched Mom's breasts, then moved behind her high, firm buttocks and rubbed

them .

"Ling'er, your buttocks are so beautiful, pink and tender,"

he said, his right hand moving to the inside of Mom's thighs, gently caressing them through her stockings.

"Not a single bit of sagging flesh...no wonder you studied dance..."

"Ugh...ugh..." Mom bit the pillow, her buttocks twisting, whether to avoid or welcome his large

hands, her legs trembling noticeably, and glistening vaginal fluid slowly flowing down her thighs.

"Wow! Women are indeed made of water, especially a woman as beautiful as Ling'er."

"Quick...quick...stop touching...ah!" At this moment, the boss tore open Mom's panties with his hands. Accompanied by

Mom's low moans, what I saw was not the genitals I had longed for!

Before me appeared a strangely shaped pair of metal panties (let's call it that for now).

There was a keyhole at the mons pubis, and only a small opening for the vagina. The back

was shaped like a ring, revealing snow-white buttocks and an alluring anus. And on that anus was a beautiful bell!

It jingled crisply with the movement of her buttocks.

Seeing this lewd sight, my penis was already painfully erect.

The boss gently fiddled with the bell. My mother's reaction grew stronger, her cries louder and louder,

"Ugh...hmm...okay...no...don't...torture...me...hmm...ah..."

Her seductive moans further stimulated the boss. The groans grew louder and louder...

"Ah...no...don't...don't...ah...no...oh..."

But her buttocks rose and fell, seemingly bringing her considerable pleasure and joy

... The boss became even more excited, pinching and rubbing my mother's anus, making her incredibly itchy. My mother's

anus opened and closed like a small mouth, slowly oozing fluid; the thick, sticky love juice had already flowed everywhere.

The boss moved my mother's buttocks slightly, and her writhing

anus was now facing me. I could see it more clearly. My mother's whole body was flushed, and she was constantly emitting wanton

moans and rapid breathing. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared at the wedding photo of her and my father on the bedside table.

She bit down hard on the pillow, forcefully closing her two long, slender legs in stockings to

suppress the lust within her. The boss seemed to read my mother's mind, and suddenly pulled out

the bells from her anus.

"Ah...hiss...you...like that...and..."

My mother was too ashamed to speak. He actually pulled six small bells out of my mother's anus!!!

Then he slowly stuffed them back in. Mom whispered shyly, "Ah!...No...don't..."

Mom was practically going crazy; her beautiful hair was scattered across her face from the violent shaking, her hands crumpling the sheets

into a mess. With each one she stuffed in, she cried out, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Her lewd moans made me want to ejaculate. But the boss, as if putting on a show for me,

after stuffing the six little bells back in, pulled out a wide-bristled brush from somewhere.

He used the brush to slowly brush up and down her anus and buttocks, gently rubbing it. After countless

frictions , Mom screamed uncontrollably.

"Ah...ah...darling...oh...I...I...can't...take...it...darling!...ouch

..."

She reached her climax, collapsing onto the bed, trembling all over. Only then did the boss, satisfied,

lewdly pull out the key. He laid his mother face up on the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle naturally off

the edge , so that her genitals were directly facing me outside the door.

He opened the metal panties beside her and pulled a pink vibrator out of her vagina.

As the vibrator was pulled out, the vaginal fluid gushed out three or four feet like a burst dam. At the same time, I

ejaculated into the panties…

My mind went blank, as if time had stopped. I stood there, staring blankly at my mother's

secret garden. The garden I had longed for day and night was right before my eyes. My mother's pubic hair wasn't sparse, but it was

beautiful. The dark pubic hair, moistened by the vaginal fluid, lay limply on her mons pubis. It couldn't cover the entire

mons pubis instead, it accentuated her fair skin. Under the yellow light, the mons

pubis, moistened by the vaginal fluid, seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, glistening with moisture (now I understand the meaning of "peach").

It evoked a primal urge in a man. My genitals started to throb again… I forgot about the boss's presence.

He got out of bed and took out a small bottle containing a pale green, semi-transparent ointment from his bag.

He unbuttoned his robe, revealing dark skin and a strong physique. His penis was dark and already

quite large even before it was erect. He got back into bed and lay on his side next to my mother, his right arm around her

, pressing her head tightly against his chest. He licked her ear while his left hand caressed her private parts.

My mother seemed still dazed from the afterglow of the previous encounter, murmuring incoherently. But she was quickly awakened by

this experienced man.

"Ah… ah…"

My mother let out a long breath.

"It's all your fault, putting this in the kitchen… and making her so wet

…"

So that's what my mother ate while wearing this! No wonder she seemed so strange earlier!

"Don't you like it?"

the boss said. "You seem quite pleased… my little bitch." "

Ugh, you're making fun of me! I'm not talking to you anymore!"

With that, Mom shook off his hand and turned away.

"Haha... little beauty, you won't say 'ugly' anymore in a minute. You'll be begging me to make you feel good,

haha."

The boss leisurely ran his hands over Mom's fair body, feeling

the allure of her body. He stroked her from her calves upwards, then from her shoulders downwards, slipping his hand

inside her bodice, lingering on her breasts, then sliding it over her slender waist, her flat stomach

, teasing

her among the dark pubic hair. Occasionally, he would pinch and gently knead the flesh at the entrance of her enchanting vagina. He wantonly teased and played with this

cold beauty. Mom's lips remained tightly closed, her expression still cold, but with the boss's teasing,

her brows furrowed, and her cheeks gradually flushed. It was clear she was struggling to resist the boss's teasing,

unwilling to become aroused in his presence.

The boss patiently continued to caress her, his right hand gently squeezing and releasing her breast, while his left hand covered

her lower body, his calloused fingers rubbing her most delicate area.

Soon, Mom began to react, her body involuntarily twisting slightly, her legs crossing as

she tried to trap his hands, her face flushed. A layer of color rose on her fair, jade-like skin. Her tightly closed lips

parted slightly as she breathed softly. He watched Mom's expression with satisfaction and quickened his pace. Suddenly,

the hand caressing Mom's breast increased its pressure.

"Oh…no…" Mom seemed unprepared for this sudden attack. Her hands tried to stop the

man's brutal assault on her breasts. Unaware that her lower body was being attacked…

The shopkeeper discreetly scooped out a considerable amount of ointment from the bottle, gently parted the mother's labia, and easily

inserted the aphrodisiac deep into her secret cave, applying it to the warm, soft walls of her flesh. The ointment dissolved instantly upon contact with

her vaginal fluids. The mother felt a tingling, itchy sensation in a certain area of her vulva, which then intensified, like wildly growing

vines, soon spreading throughout her lower abdomen.

At this moment, the mother could only be described as a ball of fire; her entire body flushed red, covered in fine beads of

sweat, her face was crimson, and even the area around her pupils was tinged with red. The most alluring change in her lower body

was the protruding fleshy bud above her vulva. Previously hidden, it now stood shamelessly

before her, like a small pink pearl, tempting and irresistible, making one want to bite it.

Vaginal fluids continuously seeped from the opening, soaking her vulva and buttocks until they were glistening and shiny. Her labia majora

became red, swollen, and shiny, and slowly opened. More and more vaginal fluid flowed, even down her vulva to her anus,

and her vulva began to involuntarily twitch and convulse.

She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to hold back, but to no avail; her vulva and breasts swelled.

"Want it? Beautiful girl. Hahaha, if you moan sweetly, I'll give it to you."

"You…you used what…"

Her mother's labia majora were now completely open. I could see glistening vaginal

fluid seeping from the inside of her labia minora.

The boss hooked his fingertips around her labia and pulled them down, completely exposing her vaginal opening, then

lightly pecked at her clitoris with his middle and ring fingers. Gradually, her vulva began to swell outwards, and her labia minora

gave up resisting, beginning to reveal her most sacred and pure place to that man. The vaginal opening slowly opened…

Then, rhythmically, it opened and closed.

The man's hands moved more violently, pecking sharply at my mother's clitoris and the area around her urethra. With my mother's

low, helpless moans, her vaginal opening gradually became engorged with blood, reddened, and opened wider. The vagina slowly opened,

gradually expanding into a tube, even revealing the cervix deep inside. The scene was like

a beautiful flower slowly unfurling its delicate petals, awaiting the bees to gather nectar. Years later,

the image of my mother's vagina slowly opening remains vivid in my mind. At that moment, I understood that a woman's body

is the most loyal and never lies; once you conquer it, even the most proud woman will become tender

and attentive. At this moment, my mother's body was completely out of her control. Although her upper body said "no,"

her lower body was clearly thirsty, eagerly anticipating filling that endless emptiness,

eagerly anticipating the nourishment of nectar.

Mother's buttocks swayed involuntarily, her lips moving as she emitted muffled, intermittent moans,

clearly suffering the torment of the aphrodisiac.

The boss excitedly buried his face in Mother's chest, kissing her passionately, his tongue circling her nipples. His hands

held her legs, preventing them from closing and alleviating the unbearable itching.

"Ah no…" Mother shook her head violently, twisting hysterically, but to no avail.

She was held tightly by the man; the usually proud Mother now appeared so helpless, only able to desperately move her buttocks

to alleviate the aphrodisiac's effects.

This, in turn, provided immense stimulation to the boss's penis beneath her. The torment was like a demon

within giving her no peace, slowly eroding her last shred of sanity; the

feeling of helplessness and powerlessness brought her to the brink of collapse. Unable to withstand the waves of stimulation any longer, the instinctive pleasure shattered her composure

and indifference. Finally, she cried out, "Come on, I want it!" Her voice became soft and sweet

as she grasped the boss's penis and brought it towards her lower body. But the boss deliberately teased her, only letting the

large glans touch her vulva without penetrating her vagina.

"Save me! Please! I'll do anything!"

Mom cried, having lost all self-respect. She was willing to submit to relieve the itch, but her thinking

was too naive. It was only a matter of time before the boss took her body; now, he was focused on how to torture and

humiliate her.

"Call me something nice!!" the boss said harshly, slapping Mom's firm buttocks,

leaving a bright red handprint. At that moment, I wanted to rush in and beat the boss who was torturing Mom, but

the urge was creeping into my body. I actually wanted that person to torture Mom properly…

“Darling…give it to me quickly…”

“No way!!!…Slap!”

Mom’s fair buttocks were slapped again.

“Waaah…humph…I…my darling…”

“Hmph! Is that all you can say?…Slap!”

Another bright red handprint landed on Mom’s bottom.

“Waaah…please…give it to me.”

Mom couldn’t help but sob.

“So stupid, call me good husband!”

“Waaah…no…here…”

“If you don’t listen, there’ll be no way to stop the itch!”

“But…this…”

Mom’s almond-shaped eyes, filled with tears, became even more hazy, radiating a sorrowful and shy gaze.

I quietly shifted my gaze from the wedding photo of her and Dad on the bedside table, burying my shoulder in the blanket.

“Haha, my Ling’er.” The boss saw this scene: “Are you shy?”

“Ah…no…that’s not it…” Mom tried her best to hide her embarrassment.

The boss lifted Mom’s head. "Open your eyes," the boss commanded, "Look at it!!"

"No...no, I'm shy."

"No! You have to say it!! You have to say it while looking at the picture!!!" the boss roared, "If you don't listen, I'll make

you itch to death!" The boss revealed his fierce side and quickened his teasing of her vulva.

"Ah...no, no...stop...stop it." Mom was already incoherent.

"If you want to feel good, say it now!!" the boss lewdly grinned. "Ugh...okay...husband..." Humiliated tears slid down

her beautiful face like broken beads . 　　"Good girl...this is my good Ling'er. Don't cry...good girl." As he spoke, the boss gently rubbed Mom's swollen buttocks and kissed them. While kissing, he used his hand to dig at Mom's anus. Mom's itching did not subside, and the emptiness inside her body became even stronger after her anus was stimulated. 　　"Good husband...come on up..." 　　"What?" 　　"You're so annoying...you know...oh...hurry...faster." 　　"You haven't agreed to my request yet, my little Ling'er." 　　"I've already called you good husband...you, you can't go back on your word..." 　　"Haha, I taught you to say that back then, I want to hear you say it yourself." The boss smiled casually, speeding up his movements. 　　"You...you're good...good...good...ah...no!" Mom said a few , and then her words were drowned out by moans and groans. 　　"Ah...I...I'm about to...I'm about to die...I...I promise you... anything ." 　　"Haha...haha, my little Ling'er. I like you so much, don't blame me." 　　"No...no...hurry, I can't take it anymore..." 　　The boss grinned and squatted down, touching Mom's messy, swollen, and shiny vulva. Mom's body shivered as if she had been greatly stimulated. "Stand up and dance for me!!" 　　My mother's shame had long since crumbled; all she wanted was to relieve the unbearable itch in her lower body and fill the emptiness within. She stood up unsteadily , her face flushed, drenched in sweat, and slowly assumed a pose reminiscent of the willow branches in an ancient dance. 　　I, standing outside the door, was stunned. I had seen my mother perform when I was little. That hazy memory returned: on stage, my mother danced gracefully, her long sleeves flowing, her steps light and elegant, perfectly embodying the refined charm, poise, and captivating allure of an ancient lady . My fairy-like mother was my pride. Even now, without those alluring flowing sleeves, my mother...

Two tender, lotus-root-like arms, slender, jade-like fingers, swayed gently with her waist, her high, rounded hips

swaying slowly with her gait. Now, Mom was still like a fairy on stage, her movements still so

graceful.

But her half-open, scarlet lips revealed her inner desire, and her swollen, already soaked lower body revealed

her physical lust.

To be precise, Mom was now playing the role of a wanton fairy, a fallen angel. That

combination of purity and lust, pride and baseness, was all embodied in Mom at this moment. I believe any man facing such a scene would

be aroused with a desire to conquer and ravage.

"No!! I want to see modern dance!!!" the boss roared, "Like the DVD

we ."

Mom's face turned even redder. She spat, "Pah, you're so indecent..."

but endured the extreme discomfort in her lower body, finally humiliatingly spreading her two shapely

legs , slowly lowering herself into a split, her upper body twisting, and slowly lifting her small bodice with both hands. Her

skin was as pink and tender as snow falling from the sky; her breasts, now unprotected, did not sag at all, proudly

standing erect , the two rosy nipples like cute red marks on white steamed buns. With each breath,

her pale pink nipples rose slightly, as if waiting to be caressed. Her fingers repeatedly ran over her nipples.

Stimulated in her most sensitive area, she let out a soft moan, but she clenched her teeth, her brow

furrowed , and beads of sweat appeared on her nose. With trembling hands, she grabbed one leg and pulled it towards her shoulder, beginning

a pole dance around the bedpost. My mother already had a great figure, and being a dancer, coupled with her consistent

exercise over the years, she naturally danced very well.

I'd only ever seen pole dancing online, but I never imagined my first time would be watching my mother perform it live. Seeing

her lewd movements almost made me ejaculate. The boss looked with interest at my mother's exposed vulva, the automatically

opening vagina revealing rings of grooves.

"Ling'er, do you know, your vagina is like a double-door house, it's a famous treasure, quite nice."

"Ugh! You're looking at my private parts, it's so embarrassing." Although my mother said this, she felt

a strange excitement inside.

My mother slowly turned around, her back to the boss, raising her beautiful buttocks high, her hands reaching behind her back to undo

her bodice. Her last protection fell to the ground like an autumn leaf. A completely naked beauty was displayed between me and the

boss .

My mother turned back and knelt at the boss's feet, her hands caressing his large penis, letting it intentionally or unintentionally

rub against her breasts. Her fair, smooth skin rippled like a white satin ribbon, her curves alluring.

All she wore were a pair of high-heeled boots and the heart-shaped crystal necklace her father had given her. Her swaying

waist, her full breasts bouncing with each movement, her firm thighs rising and

falling gently, her shapely buttocks swaying softly, her boneless arms moving over her body, her beautiful

garden appearing and disappearing. The radiant smile on her face was both charming and proud. Before her eyes was a

long, dark, black penis with bulging veins, over twenty centimeters long, throbbing as if leaping with joy. The dark

purple glans, the size of an egg, oozed clear fluid. Her mother clung to the man's waist, her half-closed

eyes trembling slightly, her delicate lips parting and closing. "Slut!" I cursed inwardly, my lower body

throbbing…

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