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story_codes: M/f, Man/pre-teen girl, MMM/g(10), semi-cons, rape

story_intro: When a girl named Ashton arrives in her class, Janie is delighted to make a new friend since she doesn't have very many. She soon discovers how daring Ashton is and is thrilled to share in her friend's rather unrestricted lifestyle. But there are things that Ashton has kept secret that are far beyond anything that Janie could imagine.


story_language: English




The New Girl

Written by madvlad


	The new girl looked nervous as she stood by the teacher's desk. When Miss Lewiston introduced the girl as Ashton, the newcomer was greeted with a chorus of bored hellos back. Not that any of the kids were being mean, but it their late-morning apathy during the joys of long division had already sunk in.

	As the only empty seats were toward the back of the room, Ashton walked down one aisle hugging a notebook to the front of her loose-fitting blouse. Janie felt sorry for her, especially when she realized she had seen her on the school bus this morning and hadn't said anything to her. Being a little shy herself, Janie was mortified at the thought of being a stranger in a new school and desperately hoped that her mother would never decide to move to a new school district.

	Waving just enough to catch Ashton's attention, Janie smiled and indicated the empty desk next to her. Ashton looked relieved and grinned back before plopping her backpack under the chair and sliding into it. When she placed her notebook on the desk and drummed her fingers on it, Janie noticed her nail polish. It wasn't brightly colored some the few girls her age wore it (Janie didn't have the nerve) but more of a clear gloss like adults sometimes did.

	Like her nails, Ashton's dark brunette hair looked slightly sophisticated as it was style in a sort of page boy cut that ended just at the collar. And despite the tedious subject of math being taught at the dry erase board in front, Ashton's gray eyes twinkled with bemusement.

	When the bell rang, it was time for lunch and Janie invited Ashton to join her. Ashton accepted and as they walked down the hall, Janie gave some thought to her plain brown hair which she wore straight down or sometimes tied in a loose ponytail. She wondered if she should try a different style which was a new thought to the ten year-old. 

	At lunch, Ashton quickly put a stop to Janie using her full name.

	"It's Ash," she insisted.

	"Ash,' Janie confirmed.

	Ash - even her nickname was cool! Janie's nickname was...Janie. Not very trendy and again Janie felt a bit inadequate. But she was never resentful as Ash was as kind as she was cool. Some of the other girls were scoping her out, perhaps a bit jealously but Ash paid them no mind.

	As it turned out, Ash's bus stop was one away from Janie's as they lived in apartments just a block apart. Like Janie, Ash came home to an empty apartment every day and arrangements were excitedly made to stay at one kid's place or another.

	"My mom won't mind at all, I'm sure," Janie gushed. "What about yours?"

	"I live with my dad," Ash explained. "He's pretty cool about it." She leaned closer to Janie, who did likewise toward her new friend. "Sometimes, he's gone overnight but I don't need a sitter. It's fun having the place to myself or going wherever I want because he always leaves me some cash."

	Janie bolted upright, her hazel eyes wide.

	"All by yourself?" she gasped before Ash motioned for her to turn the volume down. "Sorry,' she continued, red-faced.

	"It's okay," laughed Ash. "I just don't want to advertise it and have Family Services or whatever they call it around here snooping into my life."

	It was the start of a fine friendship. Some of the stuck-up girls took to calling the pair "fork and plate" because of Janie's slim build and Ash's constant preference for baggy attire. They assumed she was fat but Janie wasn't sure. It wouldn't matter anyway because Ash was just the best. She had lived in a few places already because her father, some kind of consultant, went from project to project.

	One thing they shared in clothing was shown at recess one day when the collar on Ash's blouse slipped to the side to reveal a narrow, tell-tale strap on her shoulder. Smiling inwardly, Janie noted the similarity. Like her new friend, she wore a training bra, too. Janie didn't have anything underneath to warrant it but wearing one had become a symbol of coolness in the latter half of this fourth grade school year.

	It wasn't as if the apartment building where Janie and her mother lived was a bad or poor place, but the apartments a block away where Ash and her father resided were certainly fancier. Ash's father, Gustav ("Call me Gus," he said with a slight accent), had been very generous in offering his place for sleepovers as often as Janie and Ash wanted and had charmed Janie's mother in letting the girls stay together as much as reasonably possible. There would be times, however, where he would be away on business and of course Ash would be with him.

	Arriving one Saturday afternoon for her first sleepover with Ash, Janie was surprised when Gus announced that he was leaving and wouldn't be back until very late. He left money for the girls to order pizza delivery before kissing his daughter and leaving.

	"I can't believe we have the place to ourselves!" Janie gushed. 

	Ash, though, shrugged nonchalantly. 

	"I'm used to it. And I think parents do that more in Europe than over here. My dad is from Switzerland."

	"Wow. Have you ever been there?"

	"Sure, lots of times. And other places in Europe, you know - Paris, Berlin, Monaco, blah, blah, blah."

	Janie was stunned at her friend's easy sophistication. All over Europe! She and her mother went to Myrtle Beach, once. It was fun but nothing like what Ash was used to. Again, Janie started to feel inadequate but Ash was having none of that.

	Janie placed the empty pizza box in the trash while Ash rinsed out their glasses.

	"Hey, you want to check out the pool?" Ash suggested. "It's an indoor one in the building basement. We can kill some time before that movie comes on TV."

	"Sure."

	When they arrived, the pool was closed for the night. As there were no windows into the room, Janie had no idea what it looked like. But Ash was not through with her surprises and produced a key.

	"How did you get that?" Janie whispered, only getting a wink in return.

	After checking that no one was around, the girls slipped through the door and Ash made sure it locked shut behind them. The pool itself was surprisingly large and the underwater lights were on. With only a few low illumination lights on around the tops of the walls surrounding the pool, the room was cast in a yellowish green glow.

	"You want to go for a swim?" asked Ash.

	"I don't have my swimsuit," Janie replied.

	"Neither do I," said Ash. "We can go skinny dipping."

	Janie gasped and giggled.

	"No we can't!" she hissed.

	"Sure. No one else can get in and there are towels we can use to dry off before going back to the apartment. Have you ever swum naked?"

	Janie blushed and shook her head.

	"It's so cool! You'll love it. Come on."

	Janie still wasn't too keen on this in case they got caught but she didn't want to seem backward to Ash so she nodded her assent. Turning away from her friend for a modicum of privacy, Janie undressed. When she turned around again, she was stunned at what she saw.

	Ash wasn't fat at all. In fact, her legs, arms, and belly looked remarkably well-toned. What the girl's loose clothing had concealed were the small but full breasts standing firmly on her chest. These were not the buds that some girls Janie's age reportedly had; these were rounder like a woman's, just much smaller in concert with Ash's frame. And Ash's hips were curvier with the onset of maturation. 

	"You're staring at my boobs."

	"Huh? OH!" Janie sputtered.

	But there was no recrimination coming from Ash, just the usual twinkle in her eyes over something else she found funny.

	"I'm just advanced for my age," Ash replied simply before turning and executing a perfect dive into the pool. When her head came to the surface, she spun around and grinned. 

	"If you're just going to stand there, I'll keep staring at your boobs until they grow."

	Janie felt foolish but had to laugh at Ash's joke. In truth, she felt more naked and exposed standing at the edge. At least she'd be somewhat hidden in the water. To attempt to replicate Ash's dive would lead to humiliation so she simply jumped in. 

	Ash was right- the water felt wonderful as it caressed her bare skin all over. Joining Ash, she swam about, often going down to the bottom of the pool's deep end before propelling herself from there with her feet to feel the water sliding over her speeding figure.

	Ash was glad Janie was enjoying her first nude swim. Someday soon, perhaps, she'd tell the other the girl the truth about her masquerade. She was, in fact, thirteen. Fourth grade was ridiculously easy for her - in fact, she was doing high school-level coursework at home on her computer. Her father said she would do better learning at her own accelerated pace. It was Ash, though, who insisted on attending school with younger girls so she could have some social outlet.

	Being small for her age and retaining a soft, rounded face, Ash easily could pass for someone a few years young. To hide her body's maturity, she wore the baggy clothes. And a few rounds of laser depilation took care of the annoying hair that grew in places that were better when bald. Daddy, of course, footed the bill. He always took care of everything.

	After a while, the pair moved toward the shallow end so that their shoulders were above the water as they stood. Ash noticed that Janie's eyes still flickered down into the water as she was still in awe of her friend's bust.

	"You're looking at my boobs, again," Ash said slyly. "Do you know what this means?"

	"I...I didn't mean to...I..."

	"This means booby attack!"

	With a war cry, Ash pushed herself though the water until her breasts mashed against Janie's flat chest and drove the girl backward. Both girls were soon laughing as the "attack" continued until Janie was against the side of the pool. When Ash kept battering her with her titties, Janie finally put her hands in front of her and grabbed the young teen's mounds to stop her. Then Janie's eyes widened when she realized what she was holding.

	"Oh, I'm sorry..."

	But when Janie tried to pull her hands away, Ash clapped hers over her friends' to keep them in place.

	"It feels good when you hold them," Ash said throatily. "Squeeze them a little...ah....like that, yeah. Do you like them?"

	Janie had been staring into the water and looked up to find Ash's face very close to hers. 

	"Yes. I mmmff."

	Ash leaned in and kissed Janie on the mouth. When Janie didn't resist, Ash slipped her tongue between Janie's lips and flicked it against the tip of Janie's tongue. The other girl murmured something but otherwise did nothing as the novel contact continued.

	Pushing fully against the younger girl, Ash wedged her leg between Janie's and pressed her thigh into the other girl's crotch. She delighted in the natural smoothness of Janie's pussy. True, Ash's was just as smooth but knowing that Janie didn't need any help yet in that department was a bigger turn on.

	When she felt Janie relaxing against her, Ash suddenly pushed away.

	"Look at the time," she said, pointing to the clock on the wall. "We'll miss the movie if we don't get our butts back to the apartment."

	"Uh, yeah," Janie muttered.

	Janie could feel the touch of Ash's lips and tongue and the springy flesh of her breasts against her hands. And the way Ash's leg had touched her private place made Janie feel a little dizzy although she didn't know why.

	Watching Janie's distracted expression, Ash suppressed a grin. It was best just to give someone a taste so they'd imagine what could follow before begging for it. That was a lesson her father had taught her years before and she practiced it with exquisite execution. 

	"I'm sorry, Janie. But it's a last-minute thing and I have to go with my father. We'll have a sleepover again, soon, though. I promise."

	"Okay," Janie said, unable to keep the despondent tone from her voice.

	"You know how parents are - helpless without us," Ash went on in mock exasperation.

	"Yeah," Janie giggled.

	But as she hung up the phone, Janie's smile faded. Her mother would be out late again on a date and was already gone. Now Janie would be by herself instead of sleeping over at Ash's. She could take care of herself at home- that wasn't an issue - but she really wanted to be with her friend, especially if they could try some kissing again. 

	Janie had been replaying that pool encounter in her head during the week since it happened. Sighing, she slumped against a window and looked out across the street from her building at Riverfront Park as the golds of the afternoon sun deepened into purple tones.

	Inside the park there were several private event buildings that could be rented for weddings and office parties and such. The backs of the buildings had large decks that overlooked the river flowing past. Although she had never attended any event at such a place, she often dreamed about what it would be like.

	Ash had said that her father had already rented a couple of these since they moved here. Maybe some time, Janie hoped, she and Ash could attend something together in fancy dresses. It would be a high-class event with famous people - maybe even her favorite singer, Stevie Darrow. She had read stories about how nice he was to his fans; many of them girls around her age.

	Ash seemed to like Stevie a little but wasn't a huge fan. Still, Janie was sure she'd like to meet him. If Janie ever worked up the nerve to kiss Stevie, she wondered if she could do that tongue thing that Ash did. Did Stevie even know something like that could be done?

	Janie blinked and straightened up as she looked out the window. A solitary figure in a white blouse and a short blue skirt was walking into the park. In the twilight, Janie couldn't be sure but the hair made the girl look like Ash. And she was walking from the direction of Ash's apartment. 

	That made sense! Ash's father must have something going on in one of the park's event places and she had to go. If Janie hurried, she could catch up with her. Just talking for a little bit before Ash had to go inside would be worth it.

	Tearing out of the apartment, Janie skipped the elevator when the doors didn't immediately slide open at her frantic button pushing. She rushed down four flights of stairs and through the lobby. It was only when she had to cross the street that she had to go to the corner and wait for the light. She would never catch up to Ash if she got smooshed under someone's car.

	When the walk signal changed in her favor, she sprinted across the street and into the park. Ash was nowhere in sight but Janie knew which direction the buildings were in and raced along a paved walking trail. There was a vehicle road further to the north where guests could drive to the event areas but Janie knew her path would be quicker. 

	As she neared the first building, she saw plenty of cars and lights on to indicate something was in full swing. But there was no Ash and Janie worried that she might have missed her. Continuing on the road, she passed two more buildings with similar results. The fourth building she reached looked dark - odd for a Saturday night. There was a limo and a couple of black SUV's parked out front.

	And there was Ash. She was still walking by herself and went into the building. Janie was torn - she wasn't invited here but she just wanted to see Ash. She knew she'd feel better even if it was just a minute of conversation. Since the place wasn't lit, maybe nothing was started yet and she could visit just for a bit. A minute later, she passed through the same door that Ash had used.

	It was certainly a nice place on the inside, even in the dim light of the emergency exit signs. There was no sign of Ash so Janie carefully padded along the hall, checking some of the smaller side rooms before she reached the archway to the main chamber. Peeking in, she saw Ash but could not make sense of what was happening.

	There was a blaze crackling in the fire place and a solitary man in a suit sat in a large leather chair while drinking something from a big glass. On the side table next to him was a cut crystal bottle with more of the amber liquid; it's facets catching jewels of firelight. 

	Ash stood in front of him and was very slowly removing her clothes. Janie didn't understand why she would show him her underwear but when Ash stripped out of her bra and reached for her panties, the other girl had to cover her mouth. Ash pushed her panties down, unknowingly showing her plush little rear to her friend while the man had a frontal view of her crotch. 

	When the man stood up from the chair, Ash sank to her knees in front of him. Janie could see some of it since they were at an angle to her and goggled as Janie unbuckled his pants and allowed them to drop. Then she pulled his boxer shorts down and Janie thought she might yelp when she saw a real penis for the first time. This one was big and stuck out like a pipe. 

	Janie thought that Ash was surprised, too, from the way her friend opened her mouth. But then Ash leaned forward and let her mouth cover the thing. She moved back and forth, sucking at it like a Popsicle until the man said something Janie couldn't make out. Ash stopped and took her mouth from him before nodding.

	Ash got to her feet and then the man lifted her naked form with ease. When she was high enough, Ash swung her legs around his sides. As he lowered her, Janie saw that the end of his erection was getting perilously close to Ash's privates. Both the man and Ash groaned together as the tip of the thing disappeared. 

	Janie grabbed at the wall to keep from falling over. The man's penis was going inside her friend's private place. She knew that men and women had sex that somehow created babies and knew it had something to do with what each of them had between their legs. Janie had figured out that they had to touch but this revelation of the insertion - going into a girl - was staggering. 

	Now the man was bouncing Ash up and down on his shaft while he stood upright. With her little breasts jiggling, Ash grunted as she held his shoulders and kept her lower calves and feet pressed against him on the sides. 

	Janie's hand had fallen from her gaping mouth but now another hand, larger and stronger, clamped over it and she was dragged away.

	There were four men and they had her in one of the smaller side rooms. One held her arms and another had her legs as they stared at her. Obviously, they weren't happy that she had snuck in and the leader, a broad-shouldered man named Al, spoke to Janie.

	"I don't know what you were doing snooping around here, kid, and I really don't care. But you sure liked watching the sex show, didn't you?"

	Janie didn't answer and could only blush. The other men laughed before Al leered at her.

	"Do you know what's better than watching a sex show?" he asked. "Being the star of one. And you're our star, little one. Slade, do the honors."

	The other man who wasn't holding Janie down drew out a large knife. As he cut apart her t-shirt, Janie wanted to twist away but was afraid she'd get cut by the rapidly moving knife. Her sneakers and socks were pulled off before Slade sliced her jeans away. Now the preteen was down to her training bra and panties as four pairs of adult eyes hungrily admired her. 

	Up to this point, Janie had been whimpering. But when Slade sliced open her training bra, she started to cry in earnest. Undeterred, the man made short work of her panties so that Janie was finally rendered utterly naked.

	"Smooth and flat," Al remarked as he ran his hands over Janie's slim body. 

	Now she squirmed and the men laughed. Al put his fingers against the girl's bald mons and spread her fleshy labia. Getting touched in her privates like this was nothing like the pleasant pressure of Ash's thigh when it had been there. Al pushed inward and made Janie interrupt her crying with a yelp.

	"And she's cherry," Al noted with a smirk. "Hey, little girl. Do you ever touch yourself here?"

	"No!" Janie sobbed, hoping they'd stop because she never did that kind of thing.

	"Well, then, I'll show you how it's done," Al replied. "Slade, get me some of that oil in the bag. You know, the shit that heats up."

	Slade quickly retrieved the sex oil designed to heat upon contact with the skin. With a generous hand, Al poured much of it onto the ten year-old's quim before smearing it. Janie squeezed her eyes closed and turned her head to the side as a light burning sensation developed down there. When Al swabbed more of it inside her slit, the more sensitive flesh reacted more intensely.

	Janie was sweating as her innocent cunny was on fire. It got worse as Al kept rubbing and poking her there and the girl became aware of other heat developing farther than the oil had reached. 

	Noticing that the girl's clit had stiffened, Al worked some oil under the protective hood of skin before pinching it and making their young captive writhe. 

	"She's getting wet, now, the little slut."

	The other men laughed again and Janie cried in fear and humiliation. Something was happening inside of her, like she was melting there. And it ached in a strange way. It sort of hurt but she wanted more of it as the ache seemed to concentrate, to bunch up and get thick. She didn't even realize how she was rocking her narrow hips and raising and slamming her ass on the table. The ache exploded and for a wondrous moment, Janie forgot all about the men and the bad things and only knew this sensation. 

	Then it was over and she was still on the table, panting and spent.

	The man holding her arms stayed in place but now Al was holding her legs, spreading them widely as he stepped between them and tugged her close to the table's edge. He had his penis sticking out and Janie understood his intention to put it in a place where she wasn't supposed to get touched.

	Janie's hairless cunt lips surrendered easily, spreading for the man's dick. But her inner labia were more reluctant to abide until he pressed harder to wedge the tip of his glans between them. At that point, her hymen joined in the resistance to the entry. Al grinned - this was the perfect point.

	"Welcome to your new life," he gleefully growled before he plunged his prick into her. 

	The little girl's cherry was ripped apart, ending her virginity in a bloody thrust that was followed by more pounding. Wailing, Janie tried to wrench her pelvis free of the agonizing invasion but she was trapped and could only endure the assault. Showing no mercy, Al hammered his cock into the ten year-old's deflowered pussy, determined to make her former "private place" into a whore's hole. The little channel clenched hard around his thick member but there was so much wetness that the man's cock had free reign of Janie's sex.

	After a few times, Janie went mostly silent. Staring at the ceiling she wept with thick choking sounds as the brutal penetration inside her straining young twat continued unabated. For his part, Al laughed at the girl. For someone who was clearly not enjoying her first fuck, she was certainly milking his cock with the slippery grip of her prepubescent pussy. 

	"Hey, little girl, do you know how fucking ends?"

	Janie shook her head and gibbered helplessly. 

	"Like this."

	Al clenched his teeth as a tremendous wad of semen bolted through his prick. With his balls wracked by spasms, the man blasted inside the ten year-old's wounded snatch, raping her womb with the injection of his seed. Janie didn't know what was happening but she felt the flood of something else shooting more deeply inside of her. Feeling like her body was no longer hers (which was true), she turned her head to the side once and sobbed.

	When Al finally uncorked his dick from Janie's twat, he paused to admire his demolition work. The hairless cunt mount was still shiny from the oil but now there was jism oozing from the little bald slit laced with pink streaks to join the dark red already staining her crotch from her violent defloration. 

	The men took their turns raping the little girl, stretching her cum-slicked cunny with the urgent hammering of their cocks and fouling her baby chamber with their semen. By the time each of them had finished their second time with her, Janie's mind had gone somewhat numb although the pain between her legs was constant. 

	Then Al lifted her up into a sitting position on the edge of the table. 

	"I guess you can go if you want, now," he said dismissively. "But you have to promise not to go poking around in places you don't belong."

	"Ah...pruh..." Janie croaked as she slipped her buttocks from the table and eased down onto her feet. 

	Her clothing was in tatters - so much that she'd have to leave naked. But all she could process was the idea of getting out of here until she took her first step. The pain between her legs flared and Janie cried out as she fell forward. Unsurprised, Al regarded the girl on her hands and knees and sighed loudly for effect.

	"Look at how she's presenting herself. She wants it doggy style. How 'bout it, little one? Do you want to be used like a bitch?"

	"Nuh...nuh...nuh..."

	"I think she's trying to sing a love song," one of the other men said.

	"And she's making me feel romantic," Al replied.

	Grabbing Janie by the hips, Al plunged his cock into the child's snug cunt from behind. The little hole gurgled as the hard meat pushed fluids out with every thrust and the men commented on the sounds, remarking how much her pussy loved dick since it was drooling so much. By the time the four of them were done with her again, Janie remained on her hands and knees, unwilling to move on her own.

	Al and Slade each took an arm and walked her out of the room.

	At the sight of Ash, Janie's mind cleared somewhat. Like her, her friend was still naked. She was sitting on the man's lap with her legs open. Although she didn't yet know a name for the stuff, Janie recognized the white fluid trickling from Ash's smooth slit. Ash regarded her with disappointment tinged perhaps with a bit of sadness.

	There was now a second man in another chair. Ash's father sipped from a snifter as his men produced the intruder. Regarding the stains on what had until recently been a pristine little cunt, Gus noticed that she had been a virgin. That bit of membrane was often worth a little more money from men willing to pay for the novelty but the money wasn't enough to make Gus deny his men their prize. 

	Eyeing her critically, Gus saw some potential. She was average-looking which was fine - many men and women loved to fuck someone who looked like the little girl next door. Normally, he would have disposed of her by selling her to an exclusive brothel or to a wealthy client as a personal plaything. On the other hand, she was his darling daughter's friend yet he still had to exercise some control over this situation. 

	Reaching out, he idly traced a circle around one of Janie's nipples with a fingertip while sipping and thinking.

	"What am I to do with you?" he murmured.

	Janie stood in her work clothes, a white blouse and blue skirt similar to Ash's outfit. Her hair was different now - she wore it in pigtails when she was on the job to make her appear even younger and more vulnerable than she was. She still lived with her mother, went to school, and got to do normal girl things with Ashton. But now she had to earn those things.

	The limo stopped long enough for one of the rear doors to open. Janie quickly slipped in and the door closed as the limo rolled away.

	The man's name was Michael and he had her sitting in his lap, straddling him and facing her while he unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Janie obediently shifted her arms to let it fall free. Pausing, Michael's eyes took in the fourth grader's training bra with the tiny points jutting from underneath the otherwise flat cups. 

	He nodded his approval and unzipped the girl's skirt. Janie shifted in his lap until the skirt was resting atop her discarded blouse. Sliding his hands over her bare rump, Michael squeezed the trim little globes. There was only a thin strap buried between the cheeks and the front of Janie's blue thong barely covered her petite vulva. 

	Knowing what was next, Janie raised her arms so the client could push her training bra up before pulling it over her head. She winced as the tight garment rubbed her nipples but once she was bared above the waist, Michael growled softly. 

	Since this morning when she went to school, Janie had been sporting a pair of nipple clamps. None of the teachers and, except for Ash, the other kids could have expected that this typically quiet girl had such lewd hardware attached to her immature chest.

	Now Michal removed them. For the next few hours, this day-long abuse would leave the girl's nipples swollen and extremely sensitive; a feature he liked on his hired flesh whether they were flat like Janie or had the beginnings of their titty buds. He pinched and twisted them both, making Janie whimper but the little grade school prostitute did not cry.

	The pain in her nipples also had another effect as they were used as toys for the client. Michael knew this would happen whether whatever whore he had for the evening wanted it to or not. He tugged the front of her thong sideways to find her bald snatch was quite moist. 

	"Good girl," he remarked. "Now I have something for you."

	He unzipped his fly and let his hard-on poke through. Janie was pliant as he lifted her before letting her hairless cunt take his prick inside its inner liquid heat. The ten year-old's twat squeezed his tool as Janie twisted on it, using just her hips. Her upper body remained still as he sucked and chewed the child's painfully engorged nipples. 

	Enjoying the snack and the sensation of an underage pussy grinding wetly all around his cock, Michael knew it wouldn't be long before he gave her the first cum injection of the long night. He was going to really like this new girl.



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