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It wasn’t the fact that she was raping me that angered me. No, it was more the fact that, just after a little warm nuzzling and petting, my member was starting to respond again. As it began to grow, she slipped her tongue against the base, petting the wet muscle against my balls. I let out a weak, warm sigh as she curled both orbs into her small mouth one at a time. Maybe she was a trained Pokemon that got abandoned by an abusive trainer. Maybe that’s why she was so strong… and why she knew exactly what to do… “...Damn,” I said aloud, feeling my groin clench as her tongue reached under my balls to slide back up to the base of my cock. She trilled again in response. “Llllike Virgins that? You males are all blowjob the same. Your body is more than happy to give me the cum I need. Just enjoy it, okay?” Her tongue then slid up to my now shamefully erect member, dragging its way up the vein until it met with the leaking tip. I made one last attempt to struggle my arms free of whatever hold they were under, but I might as well have been paralyzed. Defloration I let out a huff of frustration, and she smiled in response as her small paws rested on either teen side of my member, kneading it beneath her paws. “I can’t have you stopping me again,” she said, her nose pressing against the soft head of my shaft before giving it a long lick, catching my preseed in her tongue. She purred and wagged her tail harder, nuzzling my threesome wet tip like a Meowth with catnip. “Mmmnn… not until I get what I want…” Her lips enveloped my tip again, her trilling throat sending a tiny vibration from my groin to my core. Toes curling, I shook my head and tried to knock the idea of pleasure out of me. That wasn’t helping. Her butt-cheeks clenched around my face. Peace needed to come to the Strifelands. Placing her purse and threesome bag on the front seat she hikes up her skirt a little to aid in getting into the big 2 ton diesel and Fanny hops into the back seat in between each boy while hauling out her giant firm tits in her lacy sheer brazier and says, We can handle it from here.” It surrounded us and pushed the world further away and around us. “Too bad,” I looked directly into Defloration his appealing gray eyes, inviting him, “it teen would be fun out here on the water.” “My, but you blowjob look nice this morning,” he told me as I walked in. They said that they would work out a schedule for when I’m at Virgins the Chateau and adjust it when I was traveling. I felt like my body was on fire or being torn apart by wolves. Behind them came Clinton III, the child we believed Clint had fathered on his mother.