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I didn't answer. She asked me again, but this time in a lower voice.
"Patrick. Listen to me. I want you to tell me what to do. Should I give it to Kurt? Should I let him fuck me...or do you want me to diddle that little thing of yours? Just tell me, baby. I'll do whatever you say."
Then the worst thing happened. I came. I came all over my hand, all over my zipper, all over my pants. I shot a load of cum that didn't seem to end. And the more I shot, the more I felt like I couldn't stop. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to cum all night, until I flooded the bar with my jism...until I floated out of the damn place on a sea of white, sticky cum. And as I shot my final spurt, I heard Rachael say to Kurt..."I think he wants me to fuck you. Are you ready to go?"
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