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Dawn Simmons is one of those outwardly proper and quiet normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
HER FIRST TIME WITH DOGS—a fictional story about a restless society.
Pretty Dawn Simmons twisted her tits away from her boyfriend’s mauling hand. She wrenched her mouth from his and gasped: “Johnny . . . stop . . .”
The good-looking boy looked surprised, then disappointed, as his cock throbbed wildly in his pants.
“I thought you said you would,” he panted.
Dawn slid across the car seat, away from him. Her tits rose and fell in her dress as she struggled to get her breath back.
“I know,” she said weakly. Tears stung her eyes. “I really wanted to, Johnny, I swear. But—but—I’m sorry!”
She pushed the door open and ran into the surrounding darkness as her puzzled boyfriend called out after her. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Frustrated and sobbing, she rushed into the dark city park and sought out a lonely place where she could handle her mixed emotions.
She slowed to a walk near a large row of bushes that lined the footpath through the wooded area of the park, following the path blindly for a few yards. Then she turned into the bushes. She found a familiar tree—she and her childhood pals had played a lot of hide-and-seek here—and plopped down on her curvy ass with her back against the trunk. She drew her knees up to her pointed, jutting tits and buried her pretty face in her hands.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.