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Chapter 7 by The Doctor The Doctor

But does he?

As your breathing becomes heavier and heavier…

You feel like you’re going to pass out from all the teasing and suddenly you orgasm. It’s like a low intensity storm that explodes into your lower half. It ripples again and again, and you notice your tiny tits have hardened like tiny dark stones. They poke through your minuscule crop top, making it awfully obvious what a willing slutty mare you are to your conquering stallion.

You can hear his laugh as he pulls you towards him. Your whole body tenses in expectation of the impeding penetration, but he fools you again and pulls your thong off, and away. Both your yoga pants and thong are back on the floor where you picked them from… he then kneels and starts flicking his large, warm tongue on your pink lower lips, playing and nibbling with your secret folds, tracing lines and circles around your sensitive clitoris. You are defenseless, and you moan non-stop, as the orgasms pile on. You grab his head and speak nonsensical phrases, begging him to stop and to keep going, demanding he licks on and crying tears of pleasure. You’re often a hair width away from digging your nails into his scalp as he keeps pushing you higher on that Himalayan chain of orgasms.

He slowly takes his tongue up your belly, helping you frantically remove your top. You’re now entirely naked, just like him, and his whispers into your ear as he nibbles your earlobe are burning every last shred of sanity away from your overloaded brain.

“Ya ready to stop being a virgin, babe?” he says. You can’t even respond in words, you just lay there panting, offering your mouth to his kissing tongue and your well opened pussy and thighs to his big black cock.

But… can it fit? And aren’t you forgetting something?

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