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“You don’t have to suck,” Karen told Linda with almost mocking compassion, as Clark3 forced his full weight into the passage of her throat. “Just try and swallow as much as you can.”

Linda was angry with herself for it, but she gave in. On some level she was trying to feel an amount of shame and humiliation over what she was doing, any amount, but she couldn’t even pretend that was in the cards for her now. She surrendered utterly to the most whorish of feelings and her body flamed with a delicious orgasm, so powerful Linda thought her hair would catch fire.

“AAAAA!” she cried, sending Clark3’s milky cum back into his lap, before gagging on even more of it.

“Be a good girl and lick that up,” Clark3 said, stuffing in more of his load with a hard thrust of his prick. He was pumping into her throat so hard that Linda thought even if her belly didn’t have room for all this cum, it would be able to fit in her gullet. “Take it. I hope I’ve fucked your throat wide open for all the cum I have to give you.”

Linda had never been as aware of Clark’s body as she was now. Her mind was drifting, wandering over every plane of his taut muscles, drowning in the sweet-sour cum that roiled inside her like she was swallowing the bubbling spray from a freshly opened bottle of champagne. It was like she could taste the eruptions that were taking place in her ass and cunt, stuffing them just as full of cum as her throat.

Linda bucked and writhed, experiencing another bolt of raw ecstasy—and another—and another. Just when one of her well-fucked holes seemed to let off throbbing with rapture, another sang with feeling. Finally her passion peaked, became an eternal plateau, then that delirium slowly subsided, leaving Linda breathless.

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