A hot and horny holiday

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The nightmare was the same. Dee Dee, barely sixteen and virginal, lay writhing, naked, strapped spread-eagled on the bed, awaiting the onslaught of the faceless man's huge, throbbing, threatening cock as he poised between her legs. She lay trembling in her innocence and terror yet seemed to be above it all, a disembodied, spiteful spirit, heckling, nagging and screaming, "Fuck her… stick it in her hot hole… fuck her, she wants it." The spirit was right, she did want it but feared his terrible pole of meat. She had to be too small, it would split her in two.

Dee Dee was barely five feet and didn't weigh a hundred pounds. Her wheat-colored, billowy, shoulder-length hair flared about her childlike face. Her brown eyes were innocent pools of promise, and her small pouting wet lips seemed to beg for kissing or to encircle and suck tenderly on a pulsating prick. Her skin was pinkish white satin over a perfectly proportioned size 3 doll body. Only her breasts marred the symmetrical proportion. They were firm, voluptuous milky globes of hidden sexual pleasure but slightly too large for her body. Her waist was ridiculously tiny. Her broad hips flared heart-sllaped to sponge rubber soft legs. Although only sixteen, Dee Dee was a grown woman. Still, the faceless man's cock was as thick and as long as her arm.

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