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“. . . but nobody’s ever done that to me!”
“Come on, honey, it’s not gonna hurt. Jesus, you’ve got one hell of a set of tits!”
“P-please, don’t talk. . . dirty!”
Nancy Durns bit down hard on her pouting lower lip, feeling ashamed and yet strangely excited that she was alone in the empty hospital room with Jack Barringer. He was holding her tightly, his powerful arms locked around her small waist while he rubbed his thighs slowly back and forth across hers. The way he looked at her, his black eyes boring into her soul, made Nancy gasp for air.
She didn’t know why she’d let the young intern talk her into coming here. It was as if another person had agreed. And yet, if she was so afraid, why was her pussy so hot and wet down there?
“Come on, Nancy, you know you like it. Jeeze, half the girls around here love it when a guy talks dirty at the same time he fucks em.
Fucking! Nancy had never intended it to go that far! Oh my god, no, NO! She was a good girl! Her mother and father had told her only whores and sluts do things like that with men, unless they’re married and they do it with their husbands.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.