... I must have come a dozen times while her little fist worked in and out om my pussy. It went on so long that I barely had time to get my bikini bottoms back on and catch my breath before Donnie came home. Donnie was wondering that night why I wasn't particularly interested in sex. For a moment I thought about telling him that it was because I had spent the whole afternoon being fist-fucked by Ginger, but somehow I had the feeling that Donnie might not understand. Ginger and I continued seeing each other for a couple of months. After she moved away, I dreamed of being fist-fucked by Donnie, but I thought his hands were too big for my tight little cunt ...
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