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He cocks his head slantways, looking around the gun into her eyes. He smiles a boyish grin, laughs at her and reiterates, "Yeah... see... it isn't so much of a suggestion, Miss. The thing is, "he pauses dramatically, "I don't like to fuck on an empty stomach!"She stares down the barrel in silence for a few moments and then beyond it to meet his eyes. She holds her breath as she tries to make her next decision.In softer, gentler tones she tries to talk him back, "Hey... it's okay, alright? Look, just put down the gun. You really don't want to hurt me, okay?"He lowers his head, shaking it slowly from side to side and replies in seeming regret, "You're right. I'm so sorry." He lowers the gun from her face. "What have I become?"No sooner had he lowered his aim and she exhaled her relief, he raised the gun and forcefully pistol whipped her across the face. "Hahaha!... bitch", He laughs at her. It's not that type of story.She cries out at the shock of the pain, stunned by the blow, she. As I inspected the item I realized it was Jennifer’s panties. My girlfriend’s body, until quite recently was my private domain, and was now fully displayed to Mitchell. The sounds of kissing and sucking combined with Jennifer's soft moans told me he was taking full advantage of it.The snap of elastic told me that Mitchell too was now naked. I wondered briefly whether Jennifer had taken it off herself but the realization that my girlfriend was about to be fucked dominated my thoughts. Excitement flooded through me. I should feel bad, I guiltily thought, but images of Mitchell’s penis penetrating Jennifer pushed it all away. Above me bodies shifted and I found myself silently urging Mitchell to hurry up and fuck her.A pause, then a moan from Jennifer told me that he had entered her. It was only by force of will that I prevented an answering moan of my own. Soon the bed was rocking with the rhythm of their sex letting me reconstruct Mitchell’s thrusts in my mind. My hand moved towards.
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