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Anonymous
Anonymous started to rock forward and backward again. First she took little strokes, then as she gradually discovered how deep she could go, she increased her stroke length. Anonymous pushed in as far as Moar could take, then back out to the entrance, then deep into Moar, then back to the entrance, in and out, in and out, in, out, in, out, faster, faster, faster, faster. Both Moar and Anonymous were breathing heavily, and Moar started making small squeaking hums with every breath. The bed creaked as if flexed under their movement. Anonymous could feel her penis sliding in and out of Moar, made slick and sensitive by Moar's juices and virgin blood. Anonymous was reaching her limit, and she couldn't last much longer. Anonymous pushed herself as deeply into Moar as she could press into her, and switched to making very short pushing strokes, never leaving her deep position. Finally Anonymous could hold out no longer, and she came. Her penis flexed and convulsed as it pumped it's contents into the deepest parts of Moar. Anonymous stopped moving, slowed her breath, then slowly removed herself from Moar. A thin trail of pink juice trickled down, across Moar's asshole, and onto the sheets to soak in and create a small stain. Anoymous unpinned Moar and slid up above her. Anonymous bent her knees and pulled her legs up tightly next to Moar's sides. She slid her hands beneath Moar's shoulders, and brought her elbows in close to Moar's ribs. Anonymous Curled up close, laying on top of Moar. Anonymous rest her head over Moar's shoulder, her cheek pressed against Moar's cheek, her breasts on Moar's breasts, her body on Moar's body, separated by only a sticky penis sandwiched tightly between them. Moar brought her knees together and up to support Anonymous, then wrapped her arms around Anonymous and embraced her tightly.
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