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 Denise Sex Personals The Mercy Fuck

   A story by Bryce Denison

   Copyright September 2007

   MF, ass play, mild humiliation, mercy fucking

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   Story line: A conceited, arrogant man places an ad in the Sex Personals.
The table turns when Denise fucks him until he screams for mercy.

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   Dave Winslaw looked at himself in the mirror for the fifteenth time that
evening.  He had worked out earlier and had a shower.  Now was the perfect
time for him to look at his handiwork.  Though he thanked God for blessing
him with such handsome manly features, it was the effort he put into
himself through workouts and a hygiene regimen that pushed him from an 8.5
to a near 10 in the looks department.

   A regimen that involved 5 trips to the gym and about $150 in skin, hair,
and face products per week.  This did not include his bi monthly trips to
the hair and tanning salon.  "Fuck I am hot," he said to himself, and then
chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed.  After all vanity is a sin.  Then
he relaxed, after all no one would ever hear him.

   He was not completely insensitive.  He was conscious of his 'self love'
shortcoming.  He knew most men, at least most heterosexual men, didn't
revel in the joy of their good looks or put such ceaseless effort into
maintaining them.  At times he would wonder what is it all for?  But only
fleetingly as it wouldn't be long before a woman or man would be giving him
the 'glance'.  The glance he named the 'my Lord, you are hot' look.

   Dave Winslaw also enjoyed catching reflections of himself in store or
office building windows.  For those readers who know your myths, ancient
Greeks would instantly recognize his condition as 'he who kisses his own
reflection in the lake".

   He had many relationships none lasting more than 2 weeks.  His good
looks would make even the hottest woman feel insecure, he mused.  However,
when he thought back to his last romance, Sheila, he felt unsettled. 
Unlike most of his ex's, who seemed to walk out of his life as quickly as
they walked into to it she actually left him a note; well it was more like
a list.  A list of what she said his problem was.

   Rather than scrunching it up into a tiny ball and burning it (his
initial urge), he kept it.  And he still reviewed her list.  It was hurtful
and spiteful, but he took comfort in the fact that it was all about him. 
The words she listed such as 'self absorbed, conceited, self centred,
obsessive compulsive, arrogant, self serving, vain" really hit home.

   He thought about Sheila's list while he looked at himself in the mirror
again.  He would prove her wrong he nodded to himself.  David Winslaw is a
caring man, a sensitive man, a sensual man.  It was with these notions of
himself that he sat down to write up his sex personal ad on Craig's List.
He had been thinking of doing such a thing for a while, and Sheila's list,
he grumbled to himself, was pushing him to action.  He typed:

   Handsome Fit Man Will Give You a Mercy Fuck

   Hi: I am an attractive and handsome man in his early 30s.  If you were
to go to the "am I hot" website you would see that others have rated me
between a 9 and a 10.  I am proud of this since it takes work.  Now I would
like to share the labours of my work on self-improvement with a woman who
desires to be with a man such as me.
You are under 26 years old, you shower everyday, you are craving sex,
you have to rate at least a 6 if you posted your picture on that site,
possibly a 5, if you smell nice.  If you are feeling neglected, I am here

to help you, and will give you what you need.

   He paused and pondered for a minute then added:

   If I don't get back to your right away that is because the response was
overwhelming.  I will need time to sift through the replies and decide who
is the most deserving.

   Thank you for understanding.  DW

   Dave Winslaw re-read his crafty ad several times, then poured himself
some wheat grass.  Looking once more at his reflection in the kitchen
window, he headed back to his computer and posted the ad.

   That was Friday.  It was now Sunday night.  Dave Winslaw was lying on
his bed, pillow over his head, in a distraught state.  He had not received
a single response!  He couldn't believe it.  He had checked his email more
than he had looked at himself that weekend.  He reread his ad and felt it
was well written, and thought out.  He was being generous after all.  What
was wrong with the ugly women of this town!?

   A few hours later he checked for any responses again.  Then after a good
long grooming session decided to go to bed early.  "To hell with them," he
pouted to himself as he slid under the sheets.

   It was around that time that across town Denise, having finished reading
the required chapters for Monday's psychology lecture, decided to unwind
and surf the web.  Bored with the porno clips, it wasn't long before she
was at the sex personal ads.  She found them interesting from a
psychological perspective of course.  They also made her horny, reading
about all the people out there who either wanted to get their pussy stuffed
or cock sucked.

   Then she saw Dave Winslaw's ad.  She read it once and scoffed out loud.
She read it again and felt irked.  Hanging out with her friend Julie (see
my story The Red Flame), an English Major, had improved her vocabulary
significantly over the last year.  "You pompous bastard," she hissed.

   It was four days before her period.  What she called her dark zone. 
Little things could set her off, an unfriendly sales person, a spilled
glass of juice, an idiot comment from friend or boyfriend, would make her
clamp her jaw shut in silent rage.  Which, she was doing right at that
moment as she read Dave Winslaw's Mercy Fuck ad.

   Denise tilted her head down and puckered her lips in an angry sneer, an
indication that any one near her should clear the room.  Re-reading his
post again, if it was possible, steam would be coming from her ears.  It
wasn't the offer for a mercy fuck that irritated her, it was how the twerp
described himself along with the disparaging way he described the type of
woman he wanted.

   "You arrogant, conceited, vain prick" she said out loud, words that
helped alleviate her mood slightly.  The previous year she had taken a
Classics class, she had written a paper on the myth of Narcissus.  In her
mind she imagined pushing the man who posted the ad into the pond via
kicking his ass, possibly holding his head underwater with her boot so he
could see how his reflection looked from there.

   Of course her reaction was a little 'over the top' but Denise was at the
mercy of her hormones that night, and soon enough so would David Winslaw
be.

   She replied:

   Hello: I read your ad and my heart started to beat faster.  I am a
25-year-old student.  I believe I qualify.  I am lonely.  I smell nice and
I am in need far, as you say, a Mercy Fuck.

   Thank you.

   Denise

   Dave Winslaw looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table.  Already
11:30 pm and he still couldn't sleep.  I am going to look like hell
tomorrow he thought.  Though he didn't have to wake up until 10 am, the
thought of what a night of insomnia would do to his looks peeved him to no
end.  He slammed his fist into his pillow.  Fifteen minutes later he was
checking his email again.  The sight of Denise email in his mailbox made
him almost giddy.  He replied immediately:

   Hello Denise:

   Sorry for not getting back to you sooner, I have been very busy.  Your
email spoke to me, and I have decided that I would like to meet you...

   He paused, the frustration of the weekend of distress weighing on him.
He continued:

   ....  if possible tonight.

   Your ceaseless lover,

   Dave

   While brushing her teeth Denise heard the chime of her email in box. 
Forty five minutes later she was outside his apartment in her SUV applying
lipstick.  She hadn't put that much effort into her appearance.  She had
showered, applied some peach body lotion, tied her hair in a pony tail,
slipped into a short denim skirt, a yellow baby t, and flip flops.

   In contrast, Dave Winslaw had gone into emergency prep mode as he called
it.  He did a full hot soak in the tub, applied soothing mint and tea tree
body milk and groomed himself to perfection, the whole while trying to
decide what he should wear.  First thought was to wear just white Calvin
Klein underwear bottoms and top.  Then he thought the poor dear might be
shy so he decided on expensive casual khakis and blue t-shirt.  Simple but
it fitted nicely to his physique.  That look would put her at ease.

   He made his bed, sprinkled cologne on the pillows, lit candles in the
bedroom, living room and set out wine glasses and a cold bottle of mineral
water.  Looking at the mirror one last time, she would be arriving any
minute.

   Denise was completely floored when she saw Dave for the first time.  He
was physically the hottest guy she had ever seen.  She lost her composure,
but only momentarily, his arrogant, conceited sex personals post reasserted
itself in her mind bringing her back into focus.

   Soon enough they were in passionate embrace, rolling on his amazing bed.
If Denise cleared her mind and completely lived in the moment, she couldn't
believe it.  Dave Winslaw's body was solid like a statue, his chest broad
and hairless.  She ran her hand down his stomach, her fingertips following
the ridges of his washboard stomach.  His ass was round and firm, and his
skin so soft!  He was not like any man she had been with before and likely
not like any man she would be with again.

   It was as if the man holding her had stepped out of one of the posters
she use to have on her dorm wall her first year of college.  Denise had
grown out of such girlish home decor.  Now she had the real thing in her
arms and it was incredible.  Her hand was trembling as she placed it on his
flat tummy just touching the base of his incredible cock, incredible
because it was perfectly formed and hairless.

   Dave Winslaw had a perfect dick, to give you an idea of his girth, stop
reading and take a dollar bill out of your wallet.  Curl it so that just
the short edges touch.  The 'O' it forms is exactly how fat his dick is. 
Dave knew this and other measurable statistics about his body.  After all,
a perfect narcissist has to know everything about themselves.

   Denise wrapped her hand around Dave's cock, smooth and spongy to the
touch.  Denise marvelled at his thickening dick as she slowly started to
stroke it.  It felt awfully hot.  The shaft to his cock was as warm as a
water heater.  Denise cunt honey started to flow.

   Dave lay on his back as she worked his cock.  Her beautiful melons
jiggling, she leaned forward so that her nipples were grazing his shaft. 
Her tits were tanned from the summer of topless sun bathing.  Her hard
brown nipples slid and titillating his dick.

   Cupping his balls in both her hands she delicately massaged them.  So
smooth!  His nuts felt like large plums.  As she worked his balls, his cock
twitched with the rhythm of his heartbeat.  Each time it jumped, his flared
cock head rubbed into her cleavage.

   Dave held her head in his hands and leaned forward and kissed her gently
on the forehead.  He then turned around and reached for a bottle of water
on the bedside table.  As he did so Denise's eyes locked on his perfect
ass, round and smooth, his buns two bubbles of hard flesh attached to
exceptional muscular legs.  Holy Fuck, Denise thought, she could suck on
that ass for hours!

   Dave Winslaw sipped from the bottle and then turned around and looked
into Denise's eyes.  Round and beautiful, she had fantastic brown eyes.  He
inhaled deeply.  He would give her a Mercy Fuck to remember he promised to
himself.  But she seemed to want to be in control.  Well I will let her
then, he thought.  He would prove Sylvia's list wrong.  I am a
compassionate man, he would show her.

   Denise placed one hand on his stomach; the other she wrapped around his
shaft.  Looking into his eyes, she placed the head of his cock loosely
inside her mouth.  Then coated it with plenty of saliva, as she swirled her
tongue quickly all around it.

   Denise was becoming so HORNY!  She wanted to take his beautiful cock,
all off it into her mouth, swallow it completely and feel his bulbous juicy
cockhead down her throat.  She was about to so when the purpose of her
visit reasserted itself in her mind.  She shoved three of her fingers in
her dripping box and applied pressure to her clit with her thumb.

   Her open mouth was just millimetres from the drop of clear fluid seeping
from Dave's cock tip.  She wanted to taste his fat perfect cock so badly.
But then she pulled her head up and looked back into his handsome eyes.  It
was time for her to implement her plan.

   She pushed him to lie down on his back by applying pressure to his
stomach with one hand.  Dave complied, deciding to let the poor desperate
young woman have her way, before fucking her senseless.  He was surprised
at how well she massaged his nuts, then he was even more surprised when she
felt her fingers probe his ass hole.

   Denise had come to David Winslaw's place with a mission, to teach him a
lesson.  She smiled at him as she circled his anus with light touches of
her fingers.  Her hand stopped massaging his nuts and settled on his 9-inch
rod.  She asked him to bend his knees and put his feet flat on the bed. 
Looking at this gorgeous man, then at his hard cock in her hand, she felt
very sexy.  Denise pulled his penis up and pushed it back toward his
stomach, lifting his scrotum in the process.

   His ass hole was clean and pink.  She bent forward, and placed her
tongue flat on it.  She lapped his rose bud a few times, the tip of her
tongue sliding from his tailbone to his ball sac and back.  His ass now
feeling good and lubed; she replaced her tongue with two fingers and
slowly, gently sunk them into Dave Winslaw's.

   David was surprised.  He had only had his ass fingered a few times in
his life.  Denise seemed incredibly turned on, and since this was her mercy
fuck, he would let her have his way.  As she stroked his cock her fingers
slid deep into his ass.  It hurt him a little; pinpricks of pain ringed his
ass rim as it adjusted around her fingers.

   Denise anal play had a purpose other than for sex charged fun.  She was
going to milk his prostate gland.  Her anatomy class, along with some
extracurricular studying she had done on male physiognomy, gave her the
knowledge she needed to put Dave Winslaw in his place.  She slowly finger
fucked his ass, holding his cock upward so that its swollen head point
toward the hunk's chin.  She felt the hard knot of his prostate gland.  She
knew how delicate it was, and was very careful not to scratch it with her
fingernail.

   Dave looked up suddenly, his cock was so hard it was about to burst and
with her expert anal finger fucking his balls sack hot become very tight.
Denise was looking at the fingers buried in his ass, the pinkness of his
sphincter gripping her saliva coated fingers.  Squeezing his ass lubed
essence around them.  It looked hot, she stared at her her hands then at
his face.  She looked directly into his eyes and rubbed his prostate as if
she was stroking her own clit.

   Dave's pleasure turned to panic.  He was going to cum!  He didn't want
to cum just yet, he had to give her her mercy fuck.  But he was powerless;
he felt his sperm build and his cock spasm.

   He let out a long low moan, breathing deeply, trying not to express out
loud how he was feeling.  First to have an orgasm anally, doesn't that
raise questions about his sexuality?  He didn't want to cum this way, via
an anal finger fuck, he most certainly didn't want to blow his load before
being Denise's stud.

   But it was too late, by applying the right touch and pressure to the
sensitive section just several inches in and up his ass, Denise was able to
make Dave cum hard, and he was powerless to prevent it.  It was a
physiological fact, unavoidable, all men come when rubbed deep in their ass
this way.

   She looked at wonder as his gooey sperm shot from his cock, ribbon after
ribbon, squirting out.  The first wad of cum hit right on his chin, the
second his cheek, the third his throat the last several squirts shot blobs
of jizz onto his chest and washboard abs.

   Holy moly!!!  That was a lot of jizz, Denise looked at the white liquid
spattered all over David's torso.  David looked down at her and his body,
feeling rather ashamed.  "Sorry, I don't normally cum so quickly, I am not
sure why that happened, like that, ahh are you okay?" He said sounding
deflated.

   He was also a little concerned about the amount that came out, would he
have more for Denise?  Then he breathed deeply and reminded himself he
could easily get hard and fuck three times during a session.

   "Don't worry about it," Denise said.  "It happens to the best of them,"
she smiled.  David grabbed the scented terry towel he had folded on the
bedside table for clean up, but she took it from him.  "Let me wipe you
down." He started to protest, but she said 'shhh" as she rubbed the sperm
off his body slowly, dabbing at the wads pooling in the curve of his neck
and collarbone.

   As she wiped up his goo, she blew on his soft cock.  Her warm breath
made Dave tingle.  He would be okay!  What a relief he thought.  He looked
at her in the candlelight; mercy fuck or not she was beyond cute.  The way
his cock was wrapped in her hands, her beautiful skin and Mediterranean
features, she was a sight to behold.

   Denise opened her mouth wide, and put his entire semi erect penis in her
mouth.  One word was going through her mind "Yummy".  The mint and tea tree
body rub Dave Winslaw had been applying vigorously to himself after bathing
these past few weeks had given his skin its flavour.  Denise slurped away
on his cock, the sensation of its swelling noticeable to her tongue and
cheeks.

   Conceited sensitive male model or not, the taste and perfect shape of
his cock pushed her to the limits of her own desires.  She was going to
ride his fat stiff cock.  What was now pushing at the back of her throat
would soon be cupped deep in her cervix.

   Then she snapped out of it.  The purpose of her being here was to teach
Dave Winslaw a lesson, make him think twice before posting an ad again,
that puffed him up at the expense of the sexually frustrated.  In order for
her plan to work she needed her cunt to be loose.

   Denise hopped off the bed and knelt on the floor beside the bed.  Still
holding his cock she looked at Dave Winslaw laying there, this beautiful
hard-bodied man.

   She said, "I came here because I trusted you.  You said you were safe,
clean and honest.  I believed you." As she spoke, she slipped a few fingers
between her pink folds.  Three slid deep into her cunts, then a fourth. 
Denise rotated her fingers in her box, making herself wet and loose.  She
continued,

   "Will you give me what I need Dave?  Will you give me my mercy fuck? 
Please say yes?"

   Dave Winslaw stared at this beautiful sexual creature before him.  Her
breast tanned brown as maple sugar.  "I will fuck you, I will fuck you as
you deserve and need." He said with intense conviction.

   Denise continued, "will you fuck me exactly how I want and not tell me
to stop, or ask me to change positions?  Will you let me fuck you on my own
terms not yours?  Promise me this and you can give me my mercy fuck."
Denise now had all five fingers of her left hand in her sopping cunt

   Dave smiled benevolently "I promise."

   Her plan was to ride his cock for an insanely long time.  She knew that
if she straddled him, squatted and maintained a complete upright posture
the friction from her pussy on Dave's shaft would be minimal.  Like
fluffing, friction just enough to keep his cock hard, but not enough rub to
get his nerves to signal his balls to blow.

   Denise new her body well, and from her limited but intense experiences
she knew what her cunt was capable of.  She was in prime college shape, her
thighs and upper legs strong.  Dave Winslaw would soon understand what it
means to be careful for what you wish for.  Holding his slab of cock upward
she straddled him, then positioned his purple head right at her gapping wet
opening.  SLAM!  She slammed her cunt down hard, taking his 9-inch cock
fully inside her.

   Dave looked up at Denise jiggling breast and then at her face.  She was
looking straight ahead, no longer with a passionate glow, but rather with a
vacant athletic stare.  Squatting she straddled him.  Her torso remained
ramrod strait, as her knees bent.  Flexing and bouncing, his dick slid in
and out of her.

   She started to ride his cock, and the wetness flowed and squished out of
her cunt as she brought herself down on him.  Denise stared straight ahead,
while Dave looked down to watch his shaft disappear into and reappear from
her wet box.  Her tempo increased and his cock looked like a blur.

   Denise looked at the bedside clock.  It was 1:20 am.  She had run on a
treadmill with Patrick's cock in her mouth for 40 minutes (see story Denise
Sex Personal Treadmill to O.) He was a man who she was attracted to more
for his mind than his body.  Now here in front of her was a purely physical
attraction, yet with a mind she despised.  She was up to the challenge.

   Her pre menstrual anger surged when she thought about how conceited,
narcissistic, and arrogant the man attached to the cock was.  Her vacant
athletic stare glared with flecks of spite.  Denise was going to ride his
cock until he yelled for mercy.

   By 1:45 am Dave Winslaw started to get pangs of anxiety.  His cock was
as hard as fuck, but he wasn't getting the friction he needed to cum.  This
young woman had taken on an almost animal quality to her fucking.

   At 1:50 he started to make excuses "I should be cumming any minute now,
God you feel great...let me suck on your tits." But Denise would have none
of it.  She would not lean forward.  She wouldn't reposition her body in
order to give him an exquisite grind.  No.  She impaled herself squatting
upright on his cock and bounced up and down.  Her thighs were beyond
hurting.  They were numb.  Adrenaline coursed through her, she felt alive.

   Dave Winslaw's thighs were beat red from the bounding by Denise's inner
thighs.  They were stinging.  The slaps of her thighs were starting to be
painful for him.  He let out a moan of protest and suggested she slowed
down.  She wouldn't at all.

   She said, "shut up or I will gag you", though she smiled, there was
nothing friendly about her words.  Something had changed within his psyche;
by 2:00 am he was starting to feel a little scared.  Would her cock
pounding end soon?

   By 2:10 am he realized something was not quite right.  Denise was
completely covered in sweat her face, shoulder, her entire torso was flush,
and she kept doggedly bouncing on his shaft.  Finally he said, "I don't
think I can cum."

   She snorted and kept fucking him.  "But Dave the mercy fuck is not about
you, it is for me.  You offered a fuck to help an ugly girl with her sexual
frustration, you want to be a man of your word don't you?"

   "I never said ugly...," he chirped.

   "You implied it." The sound of his cock going in and out of her was so
wet and slushy sounding.  "I will stop riding you when you say 'mercy'.  I
want you to yell 'mercy'.  I want you to say, "I Dave Winslaw am an
arrogant, conceited prick.  Give me mercy."

   She quickened her cock bouncing.  "You are not just going to say it
Dave, you are going to mean it!"

   "Mercy" Dave whimpered.  "Mercy...mercy....mercy" he uttered during gasp
for more air.  His thighs were killing him, and his groin was on fire. 
Sexually he was no longer turned on, but his cock remained rock hard. 
Denise's pounding had to stop.  His heart was beating faster, not from
exertion but from panic.  He did not feel so much like a stud anymore.

   "Louder", she said "and mean it".

   Looking up at Denise's bouncing tits and insanely intense glare.  Dave
needed his fucking to stop.  A feeling of desperation whelled within him,
he couldn't take it anymore.

   "MERCY, MERCY, MERCY" he yelled.  But she didn't stop "I Dave Winslaw am
an arrogant, conceited prick.  Give me mercy!".  MERCY!!" He cried out in
near hysterics.

   Denise smiled and sat back on his cock.  Thank God, she thought as tough
as this was on poor Dave Winslaw, it had been doubly as tough on her.  Just
as she knew how to position herself to prevent his orgasm, she knew how
easily she could adjust her pussy to make him come.  She immediately
relaxed her posture and leaned forward.  Pressing her gorgeous tits into
his broad chest she wrapped her arms under his and around his shoulders and
held him tight.

   Dave Winslaw's cock repositioned itself within her.  Her hips could now
rock and grind.  Her pussy muscles, which had remained loose and relaxed,
were now in a position to tighten.  His cock was no longer being thrust in
and out of her.  His full nine inches was buried deep inside Denise.  His
swollen cockhead cupped and pressed into her cervix.  His mind reeled as
the necessary friction, the exquisite rub, was at last being aplied to both
the shaft and the flared head of his cock.

   Denise loosened her lower back muscles and her ass grinded into his
upper legs.  Her thighs rocked back and forth, her pussy opening grinded
into his balls, her stiff clit mushed into his flat lower tummy.  "Hold my
ass," she shouted.

   Gripping her buns, Dave Winslaw was surprised how quickly the sensations
on his cock changed.  The feel of her pussy, the smell of her skin, the
pounding of her heart, and the touch of her breast, kicked him into a high
state of arousal.  The orgasm that was so elusive to him just moments
before, was now completely unstoppable.

   With all his strength he pulled her hips into him and thrust his pelvis
forward.  Denise felt the familiar tightening throb of Dave's cock and let
out a yell "aaaaaaah' as he pumped her womb full of sperm.  The load of cum
kept spilling into her.  Denise felt so full, so sexually alive, this
gorgeous man was filling her up with his essence, and she was in complete
control.  Her yin totally devoured Winslaw's yang.

   Denise came hard.  Dave Winslaw continued to squirt his gooey jizz into
her.  Her orgasmic release generated feelings of warmth and calm into her
belly, breasts and back.  Endorphins flowed into her bloodstream, to a
degree worthy of sports medicine research.  She collapsed into his arms and
wet completely slack.

   They lay there, Denise on top of Dave.  Bodies panting, gasping for air,
and shiny with sweat.  She looked at his handsome face.  He looked at her
in wonder and awe.  "I hope you enjoyed your mercy fuck." She said.

   Later, after Denise had left, and he had groomed himself Dave Winslaw
lay on clean bed sheets exhausted, relaxed yet exhilarated at the same
time. The experience had changed him.  He wasn't sure how, but he knew that
it had.  In a few days the change within him would be obvious, Dave Winslaw
didn't look at himself in the mirror nearly as much anymore.  Nor did he
steal as many glances at is his own reflection in windows as he walked down
the street.

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   Other Stories by Bryce Denison:

   The Red Flame - Two friends get each other off through idle conversation
while sun bathing at the lake.

   Talking to Denise in her SUV - Two friends go orgasmic while taking a
break from pub night with the guys.

   Trust - A man helps a woman with trust issues.

   Denise Sex Personals The Treadmill to O - Denise runs for 40 minutes on
a special treadmill with a cock in her mouth.  An exercise in trust and
endurance.

   Denise Sex Personals The Mercy Fuck - A conceited, arrogant man gets
fucked by Denise until he screams for mercy.

   The Red Flame Off Campus Ass Licker - Part One - A young woman makes two
of her friends cum in class while chatting to them online from an off
campus coffee shop.

   The Red Flame Off Campus Ass Licker - Part Two - A young woman makes two
of her friends cum in class while chatting to them online from an off
campus coffee shop.

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