I gritted my teeth as you tortured my breast, amazed that you should want a response from me. After all, I was just a live fuck doll. The only difference was I did not have to be blown up. My husband pulled my face off of his cock and looked into my dead eyes. "What is wrong with you". I just stared at him as you pounded into my ass, I would give neither of you the pleasure of my reaction. I was done with that.
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