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I just needed to keep going, I needed to do something else. I needed her in my grasp as long as possible, and Holly knew this, maybe even rejoiced in it, because she knew what it meant for her – it meant that as long as she was a good girl she would get rewarded with a hard cock buried to the hilt inside her for as long as she could stand it. Taking myself outside of her just long enough to forcefully flip her over, I dived right back inside her as I collapsed forward, my mouth landing perfectly on her neck as I began to kiss and bite wildly, lost in the heat of the sexual passion with which we filled the air. “Ah!” Holly instinctively yelped. “Easy there, Aaron.” I never stopped thrusting inside of her, but my head shot up all the same. Did… did she just command me? Did she just tell me what to do? I never stopped staring straight forward, my breathing becoming quicker, but masturbation not in lust. Even as Holly shrieked out loud and I felt her grip me as her third orgasm rippled through her, I never stopped staring straight forward. Holly just told me what to do. Even though she knew she was my little whore, she still had the nerve to try to turn the tables on me. Going slightly faster and really working my hips so Holly could feel the full force of my manhood pumping in and out of her, I tried to reason with myself. Maybe it slipped out. Maybe she was lost in the moment. Holly knew that she was nothing other than my little whore at heart, and I’d prove it. I’d prove it right now. “Tell me you’re my little whore.” I breathed, keeping up my full pace. “What?” It sounded like perhaps she didn’t hear me. “Tell me… you’re my… cheap, little, useless, cocksleeve whore!” I panted emphatically, shoving my cock inside her extra deep to really make sure she got the point. “Aaron, stop.” I blinked and immediately froze where babe I was. I had to take a second to process that answer before sliding back out of her and standing before her as she gathered her breath. She told me to stop. Did I do something wrong? Did I do something bad? What did I say during the heat of passion? Holly sat up on the side of the bed, facing me, not bothering to asian hide any of herself. Part of me almost wished she did. “Aaron, what’s going on?” she japanese finally broke the ice. I waited for her to continue, but painfully, she didn’t. “What do you mean?” I eventually asked. She chuckled before continuing. “Aaron, you are the best fuck I’ve ever had, but you’re a complete loose cannon. Half the time when we fuck you’re telling me you love me, even though you can’t even seem to remember my god damn name, and half the time you’re treating Hardcore me like your own personal sex toy.” “You go along with it!” I protested. Funny thing was that she hadn’t asked for any help for another 30 minutes before that.” A bold nose twitched over her plump lips. In a motion too quick to discern, she wrapped her legs around Alkandi’s head and spun her on her back. She started playing with the buttons and levers as I watched her naked body in various poses. Standing, I rolled the tension out of my back with a stretch and ran my hands through my hair, feeling the sweat at the tips of the strands. All my friends and lovers do.”, I replied walking to his office door. Sometimes from fat Amy. It was so damn good, I lapped up every single drop I could and masturbation then she started to devour my cock. “Yeah?” I answered. My tits were almost spilling out, my dick chubbing up half-hard at the sight of Shanelle in a pair of tight booty shorts that hugged her cute rump. This was the first time I crashed at another babe guy's house. Her hand squeezed the shaft and pulled Hardcore until the head pressed against her throat. Soon Bill was standing in his bedroom with a asian nonde japanese box. I'm sorry.