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Wife in the middleVague flashes of memory came back to her, and they were worse than not remembering. Once she'd gone to a deserted spot on the beach with eight men. They all fucked her. In the mouth, in the asshole, in the pussy. She lay on a cum-stained blanket writhing and moaning, her body jerking as cock after cock slammed into her, and obscenities trickled from her mouth along with the spillage of jizz. "Fuck me," she had moaned again and again, "Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me… I can fuck anything… I can fuck everybody… my whole body is a cunt… fuck all of me…" For a long time she lived on the island, going out only in the daytime, only when it was absolutely essential. She didn't touch liquor, didn't talk to anyone, spent all her time reading. And masturbating. Furiously. Incessantly. With the same passion she had once hunted men. She went through a health food and yoga period, growing her own organic vegetables even sublimating the urge to masturbate. At that time she was living on the remnants of her small inheritance ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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