Kyle does his best to resist but his lower head has a mind of its own. Mere seconds after she said that a geyser of semen erupts from his cock, coating the living room carpet with his sticky white strands. Feelings of shock, guilt, and bewilderment came over him. He had come over for an average sleepover with a friend, but instead was met with extreme sensations of disgust and pleasure. Now that his mind was clear of his hormones’ interference, the depravity of this whole situation came into view. “Hey, what did I tell you!” Sasha exclaimed. “You ruined my family’s carpet. My parents are going to give me hell for that…” She paused before quietly resuming. “But not as much hell as I’m about to give you.” A sadistic smirk crept over her face as she pushed Kyle over hard onto his back on the couch. Kyle’s head banged against the armrest and he became temporarily disoriented. When his vision returned he was staring up at a pair of light blue panties squatted over his face. Sasha’s firm, round ass stretched the cotton fabric to its limit, revealing faint yellow and brown stains plastered up and down the crack. Sasha looked back at Kyle and cooed “Get ready.”
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