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And it seemed that her energetic nature, her young womanly sexuality, her sympathetic nature and her guilt over not saving George’s life melded into what became her profound inner obsession to save every sexually needy man that she met. They were practically a blur, and Amy was going from one to the next like a pro. My mother goes to her closet and pulls out a duffle bag. She was bucking her hips now, rising up to meet his blows then pushing down on his crotch as hard as she could, trying to get that dick into her pussy, pants or no pants. “FUCK MY TITS!!” she shouted louder as she looked down at her beautiful breasts, now pierced, tattooed and streched from the weight of the chains.
