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Every sensation conflicted with expectation. The thrusts battered against the barrier to her womb, while her ass stung, red welts no doubt lining its surface, pleasure forced its way ahead. Even the balls that pounded her head, their smell snuffing out all others, and the cock that choked her of air, fuelled that pleasure. All the ‘Gretchens’ around her laughed.

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