Birthday Night club sex 1st day on the job part 8

Vivica's a drooling mess right now, slobbering into the pillows and moaning out jumbled words that may or may not make sense but she doesn't care. She's being filled, her aching spots being hit with every thrust, her clit throbbing and begging for release.
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> WHACK.
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> "s*******n." Caleb moans out. He grabs her hair and pulls.
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> "Look in the mirror." He motions up. She does; she sees a piece of her she never thought she'd see. Makeup ruined, mascara smudged and running down her face, hair tangled and feral, her skirt resting high on her back, the words NAUGHTY BITCH stamped on her tailbone. This girl is wild, lustful, vulnerable even.
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> She loves it.
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> She loves every second of it.
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> She laughs to herself, dropping her head low when Caleb lets go of her hair.
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> "This is the real you: My slut. My motherfucking" he thrusts into her deeper "slut. You like that? Huh?"
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> WHACK.
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> "Eighteen."
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> WHACK.
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> "Nineteen. Turn the toy on now and answer my fucking question." Her thumb hits the 'On' button and howls with pleasure, the vibrations making her legs buckle.
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> "Oh, shit"
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> WHACK.
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> "TWENTY!" he shouts as a warning, his thrusts getting hurried.
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> "Tell me who you belong to. Tell me that you're my slut."
> "I'm your slut." Vivica slurs.
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> "What?"
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> "I'm your slut." She enunciates.
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> "Louder."
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> "I'm your slut!"
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> "Louder!"
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