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”His gentle thrusting soon increased in pace until they were fucking madly, Jane steadying herself against the basin, Jake with one arm around her waist. With such a build-up there was no way he was going to last long. There would have to be a repeat performance later, he thought. Jane tilted her head back in ecstasy and Jake leaned in, locking his lips with hers. This extra bit of contact was all he needed to send him over the edge and he released great quantities of cum into her tight cunt as his balls contracted and his cock quivered and squirted inside her.Pulling themselves apart, they each had a huge smile of their faces. Jane righted her dress and Jake zipped his pants back up. Checking her hair in the mirror Jane decided there was no way to fix the mess it had become so removed the pins and shook her hair free. Seeing her hair flying free and messy gave Jake an instant hard-on again. It was going to be an uncomfortable walk home.The couple left the bar and headed up the street. But you do have our word and words carry more weight in Oz then most things. But the final judgement is up to you".Leandra turned back to the opening, giving it one last look. A deep sigh came out her mouth, "I'll do......",but she couldn't finish, as Dorothy pushed her out through the opening. Leandra jumped up and turned around watching the slate of rock, coming back up over the opening."Dorothy I would have stayed."Dorothy smiled,"I know but now you owe me....friend".Dorothy watched as the slate came up over the opening and the last image of Leandra disappeared. She turned around watching as the two rockmen came to life again. She looked down and saw a piece of fabric from Leandra dress and picked it up, using it to tie her hair back into a ponytail. Dorothy walked up to the rockmen and squatted down and grabbed both cocks. She spit on both and jerked them up and down looking up, seeing no face, just blank stone heads with no face. She turned her attention to the stone cocks and.
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