the livid shaft of pain penetrated until I was so impaled I could scarcely whimper, I suffered even greater punshment when this sex maniac pinched my buttocks, forcing me to wiggle, which only added to his perverted pleasue and my agonized torment. His body was like a living mallet as he heaved and undaluted. It took a while before he reached the high peak. Considering his age, that shouln't be much of a suprise...

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