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...re 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 she were awoken from a trance. "Oh, uhh . . . sorry, I didn't hear." Carly said, hiding a blush.
"Were you really that into it, Carly? I mean, it was just for the show, right." Sam said with slight concern.
"What are you talking about?" Carly said trying to shift the blame, despite still being dripping wet. "They only asked us to kiss. You're the one who took it too far."
"Heh. Alright, you're right, Carls." Sam conceded as she redressed. "But you gotta admit, it was fun." Sam said with an "I told you so" smirk.
"Well, yeah. I guess you were right about that." Carly agreed with a hint of embarrassment as she put her skirt back on.
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