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EYES ON THE PRIZE - CHAPTER FOUR As the gigantic dildo ploughed into my mouth, I took a deep breath and tried to relax. "Come on Stacey," urged the hated voice above me, "take that cock deep. You look like a tramp, I'm sure you can act like one too." The boss bitch's mocking words were meant to sting, but I tuned them out. I knew the stakes here. I would be judged on how deeply and for how long I could swallow the sex toy. It was a test on which I had to do well - or I would not make it through to the third round of the Competition. After my disastrous failure on the catwalk, I was in the bottom half of the group of captives. And if I stayed there, I was out - and with potentially devastating results. I had seen what had happened to the batch of men who had failed to survive the first round. Their genitals had been surgically removed. And they had been sent off to a prison camp. Maybe the next lot of evictees would get off more lightly. But maybe they wouldn't ... So my whole focus right now was on the huge shaft sliding inexorably between my lips and over my tongue. There was a brief pause as it reached the entrance to my gullet, before its progress resumed. I looked up to meet the eyes of the blonde-haired guard who was thrusting the giant strapon into me. Her expression was one of fierce exultation as she violated my mouth and waited for me to gag helplessly. As she saw me look up, her face twisted into a sneer ... and then froze into a rictus of disbelief. She was still pushing the dildo into my throat ... and I was taking it. She stared at me dumbfounded as the flexible rubber shaft slid further in. I would have smiled, but it was taking all my concentration not to choke. The practice I had surreptitiously been doing three times a day on the feeder over the past fortnight was paying off. Given what we had been forced to do to get food, I had figured that at some point we would be expected to deepthroat a cock. I could only hope that it would continue to be an artificial version ... At any event, I had seen the trick done often enough in porn clips, and I remembered reading somewhere that the key was to learn how to suppress the natural gag reflex. So each time I had to get food, I had attempted to push the feeder just a little way into my throat, holding my hands up around my mouth to conceal what I was doing. It was only in the last couple of days that I had finally learnt how to relax enough to get it a little way in. This though, this was something else. I had never felt anything like the sensation of the dildo as it filled my throat and seemed to push down into my chest. I was suddenly conscious of the silver torc around my neck. It was so light that I was hardly aware of it most of the time - at least when it wasn't delivering a painful rebuke for using my masculine voice. But now it was pressing painfully into my flesh, under the pressure of the intruder within. I was panting and gurgling now, breathing through my nose and fighting a mounting sense of panic as the foreign object invaded me. I put up with it for as long as I could, then brought my hands up to grab the shaft. Carefully, frightened that I might do myself some damage, I slowly pushed the dildo away while simultaneously pulling back my head. As the tip eventually withdrew, I coughed and spluttered, saliva flowing uncontrollably out of my mouth and down my chin. "Fuck," I heard the guard mutter. "Thirteen inches ... she took thirteen inches!" It was clear that I had well and truly outperformed whatever was expected of me - or, I suspected, anyone else. A feeling of exultation gripped me. But if I was hoping for any exclamations of surprise from the boss bitch, she wasn't going to give me the satisfaction. "So I can see," the disembodied voice said calmly. "That will clearly put Stacey at the very top of the class, I'm sure." There was a pause, then she continued in as mild a tone as I'd heard since I arrived at the prison. "See that she gets a reward, please." "Yes ma'am," said the guard. She looked down at me with an unreadable expression on her face. "On your feet, bitch," she commanded. I hauled myself up from my knees, struggling to stand in the still unfamiliar heels. Straightening my dress, I obediently followed her out of the door, my gait ungainly, but at least not as horribly unbalanced as I'd been on the catwalk. I was expecting to be returned to the rest of the group in the Studio and I'd already composed my features into a slightly worried expression for their benefit. I didn't want to appear at all triumphant. Feel it, yes, but not show it. After all, I never knew when I might need some kind of help or cooperation from one of the other inmates. Besides, if I was going to beat them, it might help if they underestimated how well I was doing ... But the corridor I was led down wasn't one that I recognised. That in itself wasn't startling - it had already become apparent that the complex in which we were being held was a veritable labyrinth that extended over several blocks of the industrial area to which we'd been lured. But if I wasn't going to rejoin the other competitors, where was I was headed? The answer proved to be a small anteroom, in which I was greeted by a doctor with short, bright orange hair. She - everyone who worked here seemed to be female - curtly ordered me to take off my panties and bend over. I knew better than to argue - and besides, the heavily built guard was right behind me, armed with a baton that could deliver both blows and electric shocks. I did as I was told, though it wasn't easy to step out of my knickers without toppling off the heels. Once I was free I leaned forward and felt my dress being lifted up. For a moment, nothing happened - until I felt a large needle being jabbed into my exposed butt. I let out a yelp, fortunately in a high enough register not to trigger the torc. "Stop whining and go through into the next room," said the doctor in a gravelly voice. "Ilona, you know what to do." This was to the guard, who nodded and escorted me through a door and into what was evidently some kind of surgery. Even in the few steps this took, I could feel my limbs become heavy as whatever drug had been injected into me took hold. I was led into the centre of the room and then told to stand still as the guard unbuckled my belt, then unzipped the cocktail dress and lifted it over my head. The items of clothing were casually tossed aside and I was taken to a surgical chair and strapped in, now wearing nothing but my corset and the black pumps. The guard disappeared. I tried to turn my head to watch her go, but the effort was too much for me. I was now pretty much immobilised - although unlike the first time I'd been dragged into a medical facility here, my brain was still totally clear. There was none of the detachment I had felt when my cock had been taped between my legs and a device inserted to force me to pee sitting down. Helpless in the chair, I could feel a tide of panic raising inside. What the fuck were they going to do to me? What was the "reward" that the boss bitch meant for me to receive? Ten minutes ago I was feeling proud of my efforts to survive - smug even, at having passed such an important test and done so well. But now ... I heard the door open and there was sound of something being wheeled in. Then the doctor appeared in front of me. "How do you feel?" she asked. I opened my mouth with an effort and tried to respond, but no sound came out. "Good," she said and used a control to raise the chair so she could access my crotch. Looking down, I could see nothing but smooth, hairless flesh there - a view to which I'd become strangely accustomed. Once a week, my trapped member had been released for a brief check, then returned to its hiding place. As her colleagues had done on those occasions, the doctor used a chemical to dissolve the tape that held it in place. Ste straightened it out, massaged it for a moment and then looked at it closely. "Seems to be okay," she murmured, though I couldn't tell whether she was satisfied or disappointed. As she was doing this, I could feel every movement, every touch. It was a relief to have my favourite body part back where it should be - but the lack of reaction to the doctor's handling was as troubling as ever. It felt ... inert, as if all the vitality, all the masculinity, had been drained away. And it seemed smaller, though maybe I was just being paranoid. The routine before had been for my cock to be tucked away and taped down almost immediately. But on this occasion the doctor let it flop down between my splayed legs. She pressed a button and the chair swivelled and straightened, the back coming up and the bottom dropping down and under. In short order I was \in an upright position, the restraints around my limbs and torso preventing me from falling forward. Turning away, the doctor went to fetch the apparatus she had evidently wheeled in just a few moments earlier. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but a pit opened up in my stomach as I recognised what was sitting on top of a trolley. It was a guillotine. Not a full-size one for human heads ... but for something smaller. "I'm sure you can see what this is," said the doctor cheerfully, as the blood hammered in my ears, 'but let's just make sure it's working, shall we?" She drew a shiny red apple from her coat pocket and placed it on the base of the machine. She paused to look at me, gave a bright smile, then flicked a switch. My eyes followed the silver blade as it plummeted down. The sound it made as it struck the base was shockingly loud in the quiet of the surgery. Even in my drug-dampened state, I flinched. The apple seemed to remain in place for a second, then split into neatly cleaved halves. The doctor picked one up, examined it briefly, then took a bite out of it. "Mmmm," she commented appreciatively. She glanced at me. "Seems sharp enough, huh?" Still crunching the apple, she wheeled the trolley into place right in front of me. Frantically, I tried to recoil, but the combination of the drug and the chair's restraints held me fast. She pulled a latch on the side of the trolley and raised its top - and the base of the guillotine - until they were level with my groin. I tried to shake my head, but could do no more than twitch it. My mouth lolled open and the best sound I could muster was a low moan. "What's that?" asked the doctor, cupping her ear and grinning viciously. "Is there something you want? You only have to say the word, you know." Terror-stricken now, I raged and howled inside my useless body as she reset the blade at the top of the device and then moved the trolley forward until the base of the guillotine was between my legs. Carefully, she positioned my flaccid cock on the plate. I moaned again. The doctor's eyes narrowed and she grabbed my chin, jerking my head up so that I was looking straight at her. "Listen, you piece of shit," she hissed, "don't you ever think you can pull a stunt like that and get away with it, understand?" She glared at me. "You set a record for deepthroating, that means one of two things. You're either an experienced cocksucker - and trust me, you wouldn't be here if you were - or you've been practising without permission." The smile returned as suddenly as it had disappeared. "So take this as a lesson, Ma-ri-o" - she drew out every syllable of the name that I had carried with me into this hellhole, but not heard for weeks - "you compete on our terms, not yours." I vaguely sensed her adjusting something on the guillotine with her free hand, as she still held my gaze. Then, abruptly dropping my head, she laughed and said: "You might want to close your eyes for this bit." My chin dropped to my chest and I was staring aghast at the sight of the blade poised above my exposed member. Before I could even blink in reaction, I caught the movement of the doctor's arm as she swept her hand to the switch on the guillotine. As the blade descended to do its gruesome work, a shriek rent the air, erasing any other sound. I was only dimly aware that it had been torn from my lungs. I stared down in horror at the edge that had cut right through my cock, waiting for the blood to spurt and the severed organ to slide away. The pain was ... was ... missing? And then I heard it. The low chuckle, slowly raising in pitch and volume to become a cackle. Unwillingly, I looked up at the doctor. She was shaking her head, mirth written across her features. "Oh Stacey," she said, wiping her eyes, "I tell you, it never gets old, it never gets old!" I followed her gaze as she reached down and, careful not to cut herself, lifted the blade up a couple of times, letting it fall back down onto the base plate and - or so it seemed - right through my cock. Yet there was no sensation of contact, much less rupture. She reset the guillotine and then picked up the clear plastic bridge that had covered my member and taken the force of the blade. Underneath it my cock was still intact. It sat in an expanding pool of urine that was dribbling out of the plastic valve that had been inserted into the middle of the shaft. The terror of the experience had clearly done its work on me. As I realised what had just happened, reaction set in and my chest shook with heaving, soundless sobs. Ignoring my distress, the doctor disappeared, returning a moment later with a hypodermic needle. "Hold still," she said roughly and plunged it into my upper arm. "You'll be able to move again soon. But while I still have you like this, let me make one thing clear." She gripped my face again. "You tell none of the others about what happened here, understand? Any word of it, and I'll do the job properly with a pair of scissors, got that?" Tears now streaming from my eyes, I managed the faintest of nods. "Right," she said, releasing me. "Ilona!" she called. When the guard appeared, the doctor inclined her head towards me. "Stacey here hasn't had her reward yet - see that she gets it, please." "Yes ma'am," answered the guard. "But, ah, what do you want me to do about that?" She gestured vaguely towards my crotch. "If you mean the surplus appendage, bring her back when you're finished and I'll tuck it away again. But if you're talking about the mess, clean it up before you go," said the doctor. "And now if you'll excuse me, I need to be somewhere else. I'll make sure though I'm here when you get back." Without a backwards glance she swept out of the surgery. By the time the guard had lowered the chair back to its normal position and unstrapped me, I could more or less move again. As I stood up, still shaking from the traumatic experience I'd just endured, I saw the guard looking with distaste at the puddle I'd left on the guillotine and the floor beneath the trolley. "You heard the doctor," said the tall young woman, "clean it up." I looked around for a cloth, but the guard stopped me. "No, no, no," she said, with an ugly smirk on her otherwise handsome face. "With your tongue." I frowned and for a moment felt the urge to tell her where to go. But she tapped her baton meaningfully and jerked her head at the equipment that had just caused me such torment. "Now," she said, the threatening tone unmistakable. I sighed and sank to my knees. Even without the lingering effects of the drug, I would have been no match for Ilona. She was bigger, stronger and had a weapon to boot. And, notwithstanding the almighty scare I'd just received, I was still committed to my strategy for getting out of here intact - cooperate, at whatever the cost, unless a meaningful opportunity to escape presented itself. Even so, as I bent down to the noisome pool I'd left, the stink of my own piss filling my nostrils, it took all my discipline not to rebel against the humiliating task I'd been given. As I started lapping up the urine, the acrid taste filling my mouth, I tried to concentrate on the thought that it might have been worse. It could have been someone else's ... By the time I was finished with the base of the guillotine - and the sides of the trolley, and the floor underneath it - I was feeling sick to the stomach. "Wow," said Ilona, pretending to be impressed by my efforts, "you are quite the pee-drinker, Stacey! Maybe you'd like to come and be my personal toilet - would you like that? Maybe a night when I've had plenty of beer, hey? Stacey the Piss Princess, we could call you ..." I listened to this stony-faced, willing myself not to respond. Soon enough, she tired of the jibing and told me to put my dress and panties back on. Then she led me back to my room, where I was instructed to wash my face, repair my makeup and brush out the tangles in my blonde wig. When I was done, I stared at the image in the mirror, as always finding it hard to recognise myself as, well, not a woman, but certainly a very androgynous man. "You'll do," said the guard, "c'mon." She set a swift pace as she left my cell and stalked down the corridor. I struggled to keep up as she took me to yet another new part of the complex. As we went, and I tried to concentrate on not falling off my heels, I was also doing my best not to think about where we were going. But the thought kept intruding - I'd had my lesson, but what was to be my reward? As I was ushered into a large common room, furnished with comfortable- looking sofas, a big screen television and a pool table, I received my answer. "Hi ladies," said Ilona brightly, "this is Princess Stacey. I'm sure you've heard about her performance in the deepthroat test. She's come to show us what all the fuss is about." She turned to me, grinning. "Isn't that right, sweetie?" But I wasn't looking at her. My attention was on the five other guards who'd just risen to their feet to greet me - and on the gigantic strapons they were each wearing ... To be continued

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Have you ever wondered about the news reports, of attractive mostly young women gone missing? Ones that have never been found, and have left nothing no clue as to their disappearance or fate! Did they all run away, did they meet foul play? Many of these missing women and what has happened to them of course end up being answered and explainable, but there are always a few that have no explanation, that leave no trace, and this is story of one!.... With an evil,lustful chuckle, I dragged...

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Warhammer 40000 Take as PrizeChapter 6

Vynn was in the midst of shaving her legs, a most odious and irritating chore that she preferred never be imagined by her crew, her confessor, her companions, even the Emperor himself she’d prefer not think too much on how her legs remained smooth. While an Aquiosian had little body hair, thanks to years of harsh selection favoring those who were the best at swimming and evading the numerous horrors of the oceanic xenofauna that made her homeworld a Death World and not merely a garden...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Swallowing the Prize Ch 02

Anthony stood hesitantly and fidgeted with his hands. Rochelle rose from her chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked at her husband, as if giving him one last chance to back down. He simply nodded and smiled. Then she looked up at Anthony."You have to take it out for me," she said.Anthony looked at Aaron, who instinctively looked away. Although they had seen each other naked before, this was different than the locker room way back in the day. He reached down, unzipped his...

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Fallen Angel Chapter 11 Althea the School Girl

Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...

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The Devils Pact Sidestory Miss Blythe Is Hot for Her Students

edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...

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Prize Winning Petticoating

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Chriss Surprise Prize Part 6

Chris's Surprise Prize Part 6 I woke the next morning and Patricia was still sleeping and looked at her with admiration. I had this urge to suck on her breasts. I slipped the shoestring strap off her shoulder and exposed her delicious breast and gently took the nipple into my mouth. I savored the taste of the nipple and just then Patricia woke and said, "Ooh, baby it's so exquisite when you suck my nipple." I continued to suck on Patricia's nipple and she exposed her other...

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Used as a Prize

Even thought it was only 8pm the room in Stew’s house that his friends had gathered in, was dark??very dark indeed. In fact the only lighting there was a small lamp sitting in the centre of a small baize covered table that they were all sat around. Over its surface were scattered a plethora of playing cards and a pile of tokens in an untidy heap in the middle. Each man there had paid money to be able to play that wet afternoon and his cash had been converted into the plastic coins for the ease...

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Prize WinnerChapter 6

Elizabeth and Ellen both felt my tension. They were anxious too. And why not. They had bent over backwards to assist me in any way they could. Yet, even worse, they had to wait until I returned tomorrow sometime to get any hint of success or failure. Finally it was time and I was dressed. Jennifer showed up on time and came up to the door. My boutonniere was in my lapel and I had her corsage in my hand. She was wearing a formal dress but it was sleek and sexy. I couldn't complain about the...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Athena Corp Chronicles A Mothers Love

As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...

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Sex Therapy 2 The Thert

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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Clothesline Leather in Lawnville

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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The Sheiks Prize

The Taking of the Prize Julie had just turned sixteen at the beginning of the summer and was goingto be a sophomore in high school the next year. She was very active in swimmingand water polo, popular sports in her Southern California home. She was 5 foot8, light brown hair down to her waist and had a very long lean body. She wasa very nice girl and generally liked by most of her peers, but was very shyespecially with people that she didn't know well. Her parents had raised herto be a hard...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Eyes on the Prize Chapter 3

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Thevidiya Thangaiyai Oothen

Hi friends, indru tamil kama kathaiyil en sontha thangaiyai epadi oothen endra kudumba tamil kama kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam, en peyar prathap vayathu 28 aagugirathu. Enaku oru thangi irukiraal aval peyar mala vayathu 26 aagugirathu, avaluku innum thirumanam seiya vilai Avaluku thirumanam seithu vaikum alavirku engal idam ipozhuthu panam ilai, loan apply seithu atharkaaga kathukondu irukirom. Naan oru kama veriyan eppozhuthu pen kidaikum avargalai...

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