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Chapter 15 by dangerslut dangerslut

Each word was punctuated by a grunt and his skin slapping yours.

"Sorry, baby," he rumbled with as much clarity as he could muster.

With that, Tyler pulled you back off of the beam. He was so strong! You had been holding on for dear life, but he easily yanks you away. The most surprising thing though is the empty feeling inside of you.

You stumble and lose your footing. You almost trip, but he catches you in one hand. You twist into his arm and kneel down to avoid falling on your ass.

The other hand is stroking that fat cock above your head now. There isn't time to think, just one white sticky rope after the other. The first lands is your hair. After that he aimed most on your face. Instinctively you opened your mouth to try and catch some, but he pulled on your hair tilting you head to the side.He wanted to paint your face in cum, so he put the last few shots all over the side.

You remained kneeling, feeling his spunk drip down your chin and neck. There was far more than you had ever loosed on a girl before.

"Now... who the fuck are you? And why are you wearing Tory's prom dress?"

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