I keep twisting my head, trying to see past the large stuffed animal that my prey is holding in front of herself. Somehow the concealment is more exciting than if she was standing in front of me naked. Lunging forward, my hands outstretched, trying to grab Marcie again. I miss by just a few inches. Fortunately I am still between her and the door.
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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