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The pressure on her lungs made it nearly impossible to breathe even before the first cock head clogged her throat and she felt the metal ball against the back of her tongue. “Is my boyfriend ok?” Becca asked a nurse changing her IV bag. The fact that they were thicker than her legs was of no consequence; she wanted his entire body inside her so the consecutive
