129 Gotta Cool Her Off !

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Her fingers worked maniacally in her jeans, and she felt her body tense, a firecracker whose fuse had been suddenly lit. Shivers raced up and down her spine. Her entire body began to tremble. Behind her closed eyelids, her eyes crusted shut, Abigail began to see multicolored explosions.

"Shit, the cunt's gonna cum," the first large man said in clear surprise.

Abigail cried out in her glorious orgasm, her voice loud and passionate, and Joey Dangerfield filled her open mouth with a load of hot cum as his cock spurted over her. She didn't seem to mind, focused on the incredible feeling that soared through her, making every individual part of her body scream in unified pleasure. Her face was a mask of streaky, white ooze. Her hair stuck to her face in stringy patches.

Joey jacked himself to a few last dribbles and sighed in relieved satisfaction. Abigail Sanderson sunk to the ground, her lungs heaving, gasping for air. Her white shirt clung wetly to her skin, her breasts visible under the material.

"Bitch so hot, gotta cool her off," the second large man said. He picked up a bucket sitting by the back door, one full of dirty rain water. The bucket sloshed as he carried it towards her.

Abigail looked up just in time to see the man dump the bucket over her, the freezing water splashing over her face and hair. She didn't have the energy to get up or move out of the way. She merely lay on the cement and let it happen. She felt drained, emotionally and physically empty, nothing left but the oncoming realization of what she'd done. She sobbed once, pathetically, holding herself with her arms and shivering.

Melvin shook his head, opened the back door to the club and left her there.@@