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Remembering the pornos she had seen, Sarah tried to go deeper on his cock, her wet lips easily sliding down his stiff rod. His heat filled her mouth, and his head softly knocked against the back of her throat. Her tongue rubbed the underside of his shaft as she moved back up again. She brought the head of his cock almost back out of her mouth, but her lips pressed firmly against the head, squeezing another large dollop of precum into her mouth. Sarah descended again, a bit more quickly this time doing the same thing.

“Let me rest a minute. Put some more oil on that thing.” I poured the olive oil in the crack of her ass and watched it run down to where my dick was penetrating Carol’s asshole. I massaged it around my shaft. For the next ten years, I got a huge boner every time I cooked with olive oil. I started sliding back and forth and inch or so, working some of the oil into her anal canal. My cock began to slide easier.

“All I ever wanted was to change the world, to make it a better place where the weak wouldn’t be stepped on and enslaved, where freedom was a right instead of a privilege. I pushed myself, I struggled, I suffered, all for that goal, and survival is the best I could accomplish? If I have to focus only on survival, to be grateful just for staying alive, then how am I supposed to change anything? How am I any different from those who do nothing to fix this broken, corrupt reality?”