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Girl on the Net
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His spread limbs twitch in exhaustion among the implements of his ruin: the paddle, the crop, the tape and the slim red plug she spent oh-so-long easing in and out of him, to squeals and gasps of girlish discomfort.
I need to go sort either side of his hips. With one forceful slide of myself out I think…… all the way inside, and all the breath leaves his body at once.