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Isabella 29.

I drew a little blood as I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I failed as I came on his face, soiling the bed in the process. I was seeing stars as I convulsed with ecstatic pleasure. I was reduced to a quivering mess of climax. My eyes were so out of focus that I was almost seeing spots in the air.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk, now look at the mess you made," I heard him say. It took a little while for my eyes to adjust. I looked up at him with greedy need.

In my ...