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"I got another car at home." Michelle said. "And, excuse me for being rude, but how the heck do a store clerk afford a Porsche?" Embla put her feet up into the other backseat as there were literally now leg room for her. "Oh, dad owns this one and… Everything I own." "Then, why do you have to work if you come from a rich family?" Ask asked. He wished he was so rich to drive around in a car like this, soft leather and lots of power. "Because of this." The Asian chick motioned to her round belly. "I was so stupid to get pregnant in college and the dude… I don't even know his name." "Why didn't you just take care of it." "Ask, that is rude." Embla smacked the back of his head. "I was thinking about it but then, it's a life growing inside of me you know. How could I?" She rubbed her belly. "Sorry." Ask apologize sincerely. "I didn't think." "What would happen if you two got… WeWell you know." Michelle said looking at indian embla in the mirror. "Oh, we take precautions, or rather, I take precautions, this doofus here don't care." Embla mocked her brother. "Hey, it wasn't me that said, 'Oh let's stop poking my butt, I want to feel you totally and absolutely skin to skin in my coochie.'" He imitated his sister. "Yeah yeah, I was just getting so very sore there." "You did not exactly ever stop coming on to me." "I am a horny girl, okay?" Embla huffed and crossed her arms. "Always," Ask reached back and patted her thigh. Barely able to not laugh at these lovely people, I said, “Amy is the only student I have had who is flexible enough to get at any angle she wants.” I kept digging the hole deeper. She returned my words from eariler to me "Don't you dare fucking stop." Obeying him, I pulled out of him. She seemed happy to help “the“ Harry Potter. She buried herself to the bottom knuckle, and slowly moved in and out, making me feel her penetration anew each time, my pussy drooling and spurting my gelatinous nectar, my sphincter closing behind her exiting tips just to be opened again, each violation a celebration of sensation, my pelvic floor flexing in spasms of delight. “It’s me! It’s me! Put me down!” she wailed energetically. Sucking on her folds, playing with her labia, teasing all her hot spots. With an audible sucking sound, the trocar vacuums up the visceral matter it liberates with each puncture: congested blood, accumulated fluid and gases, fecal matter, urine, the semidigested hamburger and fries Abigail ate for her final dinner, and masses of bacteria. As part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacles and the table some clear leftover of another groups occupation of the area. There was only one more person it could have been. Maria stared again for some time. The lights were off and there was no answer. "Give it to me. Shoot that dirty nigger cum all over this tight, white body." When I got punished and when the PE teacher made us go for cross-country runs in the rain and snow. "Looks like you got skinner, sis," he said. I ripped the bottle out of my pussy as he turned away. I hefted and jiggled them, my fingers squeezing into her flesh. I always thought men with round butts just looked plain weird. Donna climbed on to Susan's face, opening herself before setting per pussy down on Susan's lips. I glared at her. I opened my eyes indian and saw Donna’s bare legs and lots of trouser-clad men’s legs, some of them with uncomfortable looking bulges. That which landed on my breasts was rubbed all over them by my left hand; and that which landed near my pussy was mixed with my juices as I frantically rubbed my clit. They swayed her towards him.