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Jenny slid the dildo in which made Becky moan. They looked into each other’s eyes as jenny began to slowly thrust in and out of her daughter pussy. Once they got comfortable, Jenny began moving faster and thrusting harder, increasing speed with each thrust until she was fucking her daughter at quite a speed.Becky: oh shit. Im about to come mom.Jenny: come for me princess. Come hard for mommy.When Becky’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, Jenny noticed a weird feeling inside her. The dildo was no longer feeling like a piece of hard plastic but now began feeling life like. It was softening a little and was now conforming to the shape of her pussy and she liked the way it felt. She remembered reading about the gel inside the dildos that expands when heated and thought that was the reason for it softening up, it was just heating up. When Becky came back down to earth she looked up at her mom and smiled.Becky: does it feel soft like a cock yet?Jenny was surprised to hear. ..training and equipment...extra help and more" Carmen was grinning. "Too bad you could have him in there full time."Stephanie laughed. "Yep. But I don't think he'd survive it."Carman became a little nervous. "What do you mean?"Stephanie reached for the door knob. "You'll see in a second." Sheunlatched it with a loud bang. "Last chance to change your mind!" Shepulled it a bit. "Ready?"Carmen nodded. Stephanie looked at her watch. It was exactly on minute to twelve."Remember what I told you. You can leave anytime you want...OK?" She nodded and Stephanie pulled the door open. It creaked very loudly...Stephanie stepped into the room. Carmen stepped in behind her. Shealmost fainted as she looked around. It was dark. The walls, floor and ceiling were all covered in a shinyblack plastic. A strong scent of rubber, pvc, plastic and leatheremanated from everywhere. Looking to one side, a black plastic coveredexamination chair was in a corner. Another corner had a black metal polefrom floor to.
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