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Your sister told you not to speed through town, but you were late for church. Now you’re getting mud on your best dress. Eye level with Sheriff Bodecker’s paunch while he works his cock down your throat.
“C’mon, I know a good little whore like you can take a cock better’n that. Better take it all if’n ya wanna stay out of trouble.”
He’s fisting your hair, pulling you onto his cock until the curls around the base tickle your nose. You taste bile in the back of your throat before the salty taste of come spills over your tongue.