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...but Carly enjoyed that hurt...

From the way she moved, I understood that it might have hurt–but Carly enjoyed that hurt. I pulled my hand away and pulled her hair back. I was going to fuck her in my favorite position, her laid out flat on her stomach and me controlling her with my hips. It was a prone version of doggy style, and it was clear that Carly liked it too. “Arnie,” she gasped. “You’re inside me…”

“Just like your sister,” I said. “But you’re the slutty one, aren’t you?”

“N-no,” she grunted, grinding against me. “Y-you’re–” Her words faded under the slap of my lap against her buttocks. “Harder,” she gasped.

“No one in the house, Carly,” I whispered again. “Just you and me.” I reached between her body and the mattress to clutch her breast. “Do you want to tell me to stop?”

“No!” she said quickly. Then, “Oh, I mean, yes! Stop it, Arnie… Stop fucking me!”

Just like Vanessa, the word “fuck” was a foreigner to Carly’s mouth. The dirty part of me loved the way she said it. My cock pulsated, and her vagina clamped over me, wet and warm. “Never,” I grunted into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Carly–”

“N-no,” she moaned, her stomach quivering against the mattress.

“I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to cum in you–”


“And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh God, forgive me…”

“He won’t forgive you,” I whispered in her ear. “You’re a dirty little slut now.”

She bit into her pillow. “Ummph,” she murmured. She squeezed her eyes shut and bucked her ass back against me. “Say I’m a sinner…”

I increased my speed, meeting her hips midway. “Yes,” I said. “You’re a sinner, Carly. You’re letting a boy fuck you–”


“–with his naked, unprotected cock–”


“And he’s going to cum inside you–”


“Deep inside you!”

“Oh Jesus, Arnie. Oh Jesus, yes! I’m such a slut!”

“You’re a dirty virgin slut.”

“N-not a virgin anymore!” She was panting now, breathing so fast I thought maybe I should stop. But that’s not what she wanted. “C-can you put your hands around my neck?” she asked.

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