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paternalstranger: hesobelongstome: paternalstranger: Your p>hesobelongstome: I need to be bred. You get in my cab, obviously ready for a night out with the girls. You give me the name of a bar downtown. I start toward it, but while you’re busy texting, I take a turn away from the city center. I wait until you look down again, then take another wrong turn. We’re in an industrial area when you realize something is wrong. “Sorry, I wanted to go to The Pumphouse. Are you lost?” I change the channel on my radio, and give the mic a few clicks. Ahead of us, a large warehouse door rolls up just enough to avoid scraping the car roof. “What’s going on?” you ask from the backseat as the door rumbles back down into place. “I couldn’t let a pretty young thing like you go to that meat market.” You look at me like I’m crazy; of COURSE you were going there to pick up. “You’ll be better off here,” I tell you as six guys advance toward the cab. I unlock the doors. “No competition, and you’ll definitely get laid.” We pull your struggling form from the car, and bend you over the hood. We don’t undress you at first, just pull the crotch of your thong to one side. The guys have been waiting for me to bring back a fare for over an hour; they’re hard, slick with precum, and there’s not a trace of condoms anywhere. The first guy who pushes into your tight little snatch barely gets two inches inside you before he loses his load. Now that you’re lubed up with jizz, the second guy has a much easier time of it, but still, he’s been edging for nearly an hour, and he also finishes after just a few strokes inside your tight cunt. The remaining four of us are in better shape, not nearly as quick to empty our balls. We make an effort to find the spots that make you struggle to hide your moan. By the time we’ve forced you to cum, and pumped four more loads into you, the first guy is hard and ready to give you another cuntfull. We keep you like that for the next three weeks, making sure you’re relatively comfortable, fed and watered, and that there is always a thick, creamy load deep in your pussy. But we don’t let you take your birth control pills, and we don’t release you until the little blue line turns into a plus sign on the pregnancy test. A perfect caption to my photo.And a delicious morning treat. Glad you enjoyed it. Hopefully with a thick cock nearby. -- source link
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