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So, at two am, they called it a day; Natasha was handed out again by now, trussed stretch-eagled on the sofa with a mammoth rubber pecker in her rosy pucker, her twat all a mass of spitting jism, man-cream running down her blood-stained hips, the face encrusted with jizz that was dribbling even down her ears. This was because David had thoughtfully provided a final adorable fondle, pumping out a duo of times in her ears too: apart from being a thing he loved highly noteworthy, it was incredibly arousing on gauze. Now, they said pridefully, Natasha was slobbering fancy insert from her ears, too.
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In the car, she was firmly strapped in the front passenger's seat with a safety belt, but they didn't care so grand for her now. After so mighty ravaging, now she had to be pulled out, but not before they would exploit that silent Big chunk of white meat. She would very likely construct them some tremendous money before morning
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They were on their road to somewhere, but she didn't mind. Nothing could be worse than it had been until then. But they didn't spy too enthusiastic in her anymore. This could be broad, but, quivering, she opinion that it could mean that they were about to 'dispose' of her. To discontinuance her.
They were restful in the city, tho she couldn't say which lousy vicinity they were actually in. It surely looked glum, all desert and grumpy, demolished cars in the street, and nobody around. Bob cursed. "Christ, we're approach out of gas!"
"guy, I did declare you to acquire my car" David grumbled.
"Okay, so what?"
"I'd say we perform some kind of service realm over there We'd procure some fuel there."
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The attendant was a youthful, lathy Mulatto. He ambled to the car with apparently drowsy eyes, and asked them how powerful fuel they dreamed, then witnessed in the car and was attracted, clearly, by the distressed towheaded sitting in the front seat, her stockings-clothed gams all available to his eyes. His leer was noticed by Bob. He called the dude and said "Hey dude, carry out you want a tremendous lump of white donk?"
"I'd rob to, yes" the man said, looking at the broken but unruffled supreme-looking towheaded in the passenger's seat.
"Well, you can accumulate it now. You attach 20 dollars of fuel in the tank, and you can slap it up her backside now."
The man, however prankish, hesitated. "20 dollars is too worthy for me, tormentor", he blurted, "but maybe my manager is OK with it".
"Let's call the chief, then" Bob said, and added, blinking to the dude, "If the manager pays 30 dollars, you'll buy blown as well. OK?"
"OK, Mister" the stud sneered, and ran to the shack where the manager had to be. From the door, after several seconds, he motioned them to find there, and Bob unhurried drove the car to the hut.
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