So focused am I on my actions that I don't notice Marcie going limp. I just keep pounding into her limp form, pressing my body down on top of her. Grunting into her ear as I do. My eyes close, and i feel myself letting go again. It fills her abused body, and smile as I fall backwards letting her go. I realize that she isn't moving when she slides off the table, collapsing into a heap. Turning her over and slapping her face, "Wake up Marice, you don't get to sleep through this."
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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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