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Suddenly, her dick sprang to life again and she slammed it into his face with full force. He choked on it as she shoved it back into him, but he felt relieved. Normally her face-fucking was preceded by a forceful, lengthy beating. At first she'd used her fists, but after some time she had seemed contented with simply slapping him across the face with her 30 inch horse cock. Now she had even stopped doing that and he realized that as her huge, volleyball-sized testicles emptied, she would become more docile and pleasant towards him. Maybe eventually, she might even remove the clamps on his cock or feed him something other than the flooding, overflowing sperm she'd nursed him on the last week now. Had it been a week? The only way he had to measure time was when she fucked his now very loose asshole, since he figured she only did that once a day or so. He was certainly thankful for that, not sure his tortured body could take anymore.
So he sucked her down eagerly, already dreaming of her cradling his head on her breasts or sucking him off when he suddenly jolted back to reality as he felt her cum oozing down his belly again. Then she raised her boot and, laughing wickedly, knocked him onto his ass. "I need a REST!" she moaned and lifted her belt and the skirt covering her butt slightly. Her pants had been done away with sometime ago so as she lowered herself down, sitting firmly on his face, he could only see acres and acres of creamy thigh-flesh and her soft, doughy ass. She ground her butt into his face, laughing at him, while her cock continued to ooze. "Oh, you're a very comfy seat, boy!" she said and, spying his cock, she raised her hand and brought it cracking down on his dick. In response, he could only feel it shuddering and oozing a miniscule amount of precum compared to what her average sperm load was.
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