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Autobiography of a FleaBella opened her legs, she longed for a taste of it. She put down her hand. It was hot as fire, and as hard as a bar of iron. Mistaking her intention, the man rudely withdrew her arm, and roughly helping himself, put the tip of his penis to the pink lips. Bella opened her young parts all in her power, and with several forcible lunges the peasant got about halfway in. Here his excitement overcame him, and a terher. He discharged violently, getting right up rifle stream of very thick fluid spouted into her as he did so until the big nut lay against her womb, and he sent a quantity of his semen into it. "Eh, you are killing me, " cried the girl, half smothered, "what is all that you are pouring into me?" "That's the spunk; that's what that is, " remarked Tim, as he bent down and watched the operation delightedly. "Didn't I tell you, he was a good 'un to fuck. " Bella thought the man would now get off, and allow her to rise, but she was mistaken; the large member which was now crammed into her only seemed to grow more rigidly stiff, and to stretch her worse than ever ...» |
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