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... can I cum, please? I don't think I can hold back anymore." Carly begged.
Sam decided she had made her wait long enough. "Okay, slut. You can cum." Commanded Carly's new mistress. Before Sam could finish her second sentence, Carly relieved herself. With a high pitched moan, vaginal liquid squirted three feet out of Carly's young Pussy. "You really are a fucking slut, Carly." Sam demeaned. "Only a whore like you would cum like this with my whole fist inside you." Carly was panting now, and even on hands and knees, she could hardly support herself. Her remaining strength and energy seemed to vacate her with the spray of ejaculate. Sam pulled her fist from Carly's pussy leaving a gape. "Alright, bitch. Now lick my arm clean." Carly was downright overjoyed to do as she was told and lapped it up like a dog.
". . . and, we're clear." Freddie concluded in his trademark way. The webcast was over, although Carly was still licking Sam clean with a single-minded fervor as if to satiate an addiction. Carly's body seemed to move before her conscious mind told her what to do.
"Hey, Carls . . . you can stop now. Freddie said the webcast was over." Sam reminded pulling her arm away.
Carly's body froze as if...