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     The confusion sets in as I find myself in an unfamiliar place. Why have I fallen asleep here? And who is this woman holding my head to the ground as if it might explode if she let go for even an instant. It is not too long before I realize I cannot feel my legs. I try to look at them but the huge amazon applies more muscle to my pounding skull. I begin to struggle as panic now overwhelms me. My chest is pounding with the rhythm of African war drums. My assailants knee is in my throat. Her foot roles back and forth over my fully erect penis. I can feel the pressure of her massive steel toe work boot against my nuts. This I like. My feeble attempt to struggle only serve to infuriate the immense gorilla. Finally she can take no more of my thrashing about. She proceeds to strike me repeatedly in the left temple with a semisoft black dildo. I pass out after the third blow. But not before I experience the most intense ejaculation of my life to date. This would be my last breath in this life.

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