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It works if you work it...." As the chanting grew in decibel level, Katherine gently massaged her temples and fought the overwhelming urge to run out the doors or punch someone in the face or do both. After the meeting ended, she trudged along with the others to the back of the gymnasium where the usual refreshments awaited. Of course, 'refreshments' was an overstatement for a group of dry muffins, horrible coffee, and tasteless sandwiches. As she poured herself a cup, she could almost feel the metallic, watery taste coating the back of her throat. It was only her second week, and it already felt like an eternity. “Never gets easier does it?” a voice hissed next to her ear. She shook her head in annoyance and shot back, “I’m not in the mood.” “When are you ever?” the voice giggled, dripping with mirth. Katherine turned to look at one of the ‘best and brightest’ of their group, Edward Coombes, or as he liked to refer to himself as ‘Ever-ready Eddy’. The painful cliché was clearly lost. My clothes fell off, and we kissed passionately. I took Kim to my office, and stretched her across my desk. As I buried my face in her wanting pussy, my hands roamed all over her sexy body. Spitting and tonguing her love hole inside and out, I saw that I excited her by the way she moaned and moved around on the desk. Never in Kim’s wildest dreams, did she ever get this kind of feeling. I wanted to laugh at all the crazy faces she made, but I remained in focus. Slowly, I penetrated her pussy with my dick, and could not believed how wet it was. Once my dick was secure in her love hole, I began my pumping action. I fucked her fast and hard, praying to myself that the condom do not break. Kim screamed like a banshee, and became more vocal. ‘Fuck this pussy,’ Kim cried out in pleasure. ‘This pussy is yours, daddy!’ ‘Is this dick bigger than your boyfriend’s?’ I asked. ‘Yes!’ Kim shrieked her answer. ‘Does he fuck you like this?’ I groaned. ‘No, you fuck me so much better than he does.’.
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