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baby girl?” I asked.
    “Uh huh. Very. Uhhmm. Yes, sir ,” she said, nodding her head.
    “Get down on your knees, baby. Suck my big cock, I want you to gag on it like a good girl,” I said.
    She immediately dropped to her knees and started licking the tip of my cock. She placed both her hands on her thighs and moved her mouth to meet the tip of my cock. She took half of it in her mouth, pressing the head to the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She slipped her mouth back along the shaft, and released my cock from her lips. As it fell from her mouth she moaned, licked her lips, and looked up into my eyes.
    “I love sucking your cock,” she said as she looked up into my eyes.
    She wiggled her legs back and forth, her hands positioned between her knee and her lower thigh. Her mouth open wide, she moved it to meet the tip of my cock. She growled and pressed her mouth hard against the shaft, taking it all the way down her throat. As the tip worked its way into her throat, her throat convulsed. She held it there, groaning and moaning. She batted her eyelashes, my cock still deep in her throat.
    She raised her hands slowly from her knees, and grasped my ass in her hands, my cock still deep in her throat. As she squeezed my ass, she pressed herself harder against the shaft. Her bottom lip touched my ball as she extended her tongue.
    “Okay, that’s it, stand up,” I demanded as I pulled my cock from her throat.
    She smiled and coughed as my cock cleared her lips. She slowly stood in front of me. As she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, I placed my hands on her shoulders.
    “Turn around, baby girl,” I said as I pushed her shoulder toward the washing machine, rotating her body to face the machine.
    “Put your hands on top of the machine and do not move them. Understand?” I asked.
    She nodded her head.
    “Do you understand me?”
    “Yes sir,” she responded.
    “ That’s better. Turn the dial to rinse. Put your big titties on the machine,” I demanded as I pushed on her back, forcing her to bend at the waist.
    She bent down, turned the dial, and pressed her breasts to the machines surface. The machine quickly began to wobble. Using my foot, I spread her legs apart wider than her chosen stance. I gripped my cock in my right hand and stroked the shaft.
    I guided my cock into her pussy and slowly pressed it into her all the way. As it slid inside, she moaned loudly.
    “If you cum, I will slap the shit out of you,” I barked.
    She shook her head side to side.
    “No sir. Sorry. No sir,” she said apologetically.
    I gathered her hair in my right hand and worked my way to the base of her skull. Gripping her hair tightly, I began to fuck her deep and slow.
    “Count, Kelli, count the strokes. Every one of them,” I said.
    “Sir?” she asked.
    “Count God damn it. You can still count, right? Seventy-seven. I know you can count that high. Count my fucking strokes,” I said in a stern tone.
    “Yes sir,” she said.
    I pulled her hair, arching her back and slid my cock inside of her until my hips are against her ass. I held it there. She said nothing. I pulled her hair sharply.
    “Oh, uhhmm. One,” she said.
    I slid my cock back slowly and pressed it back inside until my hips pressed her round ass.
    “Two.”
    I repeated the stroke.
    “Three.”
    I slowly slid my cock all the way out of her wet pussy and stepped back, admiring her ass and pussy. I moved closer to her and guided my cock back inside of her. Slowly, I slid it inside.
    “Four.”
    I held it in place and took a deep breath. She moaned.
    “Don’t you dare,” I said.
    And I began to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could.
    “Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine, Ten. Ten. Eleven. Oh fuck. Thirteen.”
    “Please?” she asked.
    “No. Not yet,” I responded.
    She bent her knees and straightened them back to standing. My cock slammed in and out of her soaking wet pussy. It sounded like I was slapping her ass with my hands.
    “Oh, God Erik. Uhhmm.