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Helping Torrie Wilson

By: Rapaxe



It'd been a while since Kyle had made love to a women and he was getting bored. The only chick he liked was the best friend of his ex-girlfriend, who he was still friends with, so that was a no go. He lived in an apartment that his parents had left him when they had gone to live on the coast. 

It was a fairly good apartment on the sixth floor of a large apartment block, relatively close to the city. He had three bedrooms, one of which had turned into his gym, and another which had turned into a study for uni. So in essence he had one bedroom. He had a living room with a plasma screen television, a newly renovated kitchen, two balconies and a brilliant view of the river and the city.

His friends had invited him out tonight but he had declined. He'd had a rough night the night before, with far too much alcohol involved and he didn't want the same pressure to hook up with someone tonight. Besides, he needed his sleep cause he was going to see the WWE tomorrow night. Kyle sat down on his couch and turned on the TV to watch 'Whose Line Is It Anyway?'. 

After it was over he got up and went to the kitchen. Looking in the cupboard he saw that there was no bread (or more importantly, milo) and there was no milk or coke in the fridge. So when he dressed for his nightly run (singlet, rugby shorts and shoes) he grabbed his wallet on the way out.

Kyle headed off along the main road, only stopping to make sure no cars would take him out when he crossed the road. Rain started falling and cooled him down slightly so he began to run faster along the road. Kyle was 23, lean and muscular, and he knew it. He was always a sportsman, excelling in almost every sport he played (including chess) and because of his healthy lifestyle of exercise and sleep, Kyle had always been fit. 

The rain soaked his black curly hair all he ran, and it fell in his eyes no matter how often he brushed it back. His singlet was soaked and you could vaguely see his tanned muscular body behind his singlet. He turned down a back street as he did on his usual run and turned left towards the service station.

As he kept running he looked ahead. At the top of the hill was a black four wheel drive with its emergency lights on. As he got closer he saw that the hood was up and steam bellowed from beneath. He slowed as he approached the car.

'Jesus. What the hell happened here?' he said as he surveyed the damaged. Smoke was flowing from the engine and a slight hissing sound could be heard as rain hit the heated car. Just as he was about to continue his run, a woman stepped of the nearest alleyway.

Kyle watched as she walked towards him wearily. She was beautiful. She had brilliant blonde hair that fell to her chest, an angelic face that no man could resist and a fit, curvy body. She was wearing a tight white shirt, and luckily and black bra, as the rain had soaked her shirt so it was see through. She was wear some pink hot pants with sneakers as well. Kyle knew this woman. He'd seen her thousands of times. But he still couldn't believe it.

The woman approached wearily still. She was obviously was Kyle was some kind of deviant. 'Do you happen to know anything about cars?' She asked cautiously.

'Sorry. Can't say that I do.' Kyle replied. 'But I am jogging to the nearest service station to pick up some groceries, Ms Wilson. If you'd like, I'll ask someone to come back with me to have a look at it.'

Torrie looked at him with increased trust. 'Watch wrestling do you?' She asked, extending her hand. 'Nice to meet you, Torrie Wilson.'

'Kyle Cunningham. Nice to meet you too. I am a bit of a wrestling fan actually. I'm going to see your show tomorrow night.' He said. 'Look, I'll be back in 15 minutes with someone to see what the problem may be. Stay in the car. Not exactly the safest neighbourhood.' Kyle waved and was off along the road again. He ran slightly faster, now that he had a greater purpose, and was at the service station in minutes. He picked up his groceries and headed to the counter.

'Thank you, sir,' the guy behind the counter said to him.

'One more thing, mate. Is there anybody that could come look at a car for me? There's a car about 5 minutes walk from here thats having trouble.' Kyle asked.

'Hold on a moment. I'll check.' The clerk went into the back and shouted, 'Hey Steve! Some guy wants you to check out his car.' He paused. 'No, he said it was two minutes away!' He waited. Finally, he came back out. 'Go out back. Steve'll be there. He drive you two there and have a look.'

Kyle went out back with his groceries to see Steve, a short, fat, balding man standing behind his tow truck. 'Hop in mate.' Kyle directed him to where the four wheeler was stopped. Steam had stopped pouring out of the front but the car still would not start. While Steve leaned into the bonnet and had a look around (while revealing his bum crack to the world) Kyle and Torrie talked.

'So where were you supposed to be staying tonight?' Kyle asked.

'Vince put us up in the Hilton, but if I don't get this car fixed I'll never get there.' She replied, somewhat hopelessly.

'I'd give you a lift but I've gotta get up early tomorrow to go to work. Going to wrestling shows costs money you know...' he replied.

She laughed a little. 'That's okay. You've done more than enough already. Let's just hope this guy can fix this thing.' She said, and slap the back of the jeep. At the moment, there was a loud snapping sound and smoke once again began bellowing out of engine.

'Shit!' Steve yelled as he jumped out of the way, holding his hand, as if in pain. After a little while he stopped holding his hand and looked in the bonnet again. 'I'm not gonna be able to fix this tonight. I'll have to tow it. Sorry folks.'

'Damn it!' Torrie said. 'What am I gonna do now?'

'Cab?' Kyle offered.

'No money. Do you have any? Vince would re-imburse you if you did...' She replied hopefully.

'Sorry. I used my last to buy these.' He said, holding up his groceries. 'Look, you're more than welcome to stay at my place if you want. That's about the only way I can help.'

'I don't know. I wanted to do my workout tonight. And you know, you're a stranger... I just met you.' She replied.

'I have a gym.' Kyle replied. 'And I understand why your cautious. But there are a hell of a lot worse people out there than me. I know you're involved with someone, I know you're not interested, and frankly, I'm not that sort of person. Yes, you're attractive, but I just wouldn't do that. You're welcome if you wish.' Kyle said, finishing his speech.

She thought for a while. 'Ok. You've been trustworthy so far. How far is it?'

'About ten minutes away. I'll help you carry your bags if you'd like. There are a few hills.' Kyle picked up half of Torrie's stuff and his own groceries and they walked the short walked to his place. Once they got inside, Kyle put the groceries in the kitchen and grabbed two towels. Given one to Torrie he said, 'You'll be in the bedroom, I'll be on the couch. The gym's in there, bathroom there, and if necessary, the study, and internet are in there. You can see where the kitchen and living room are. I hope you have a nice stay at Hotel Cunningham.'

'I can't take your bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch.' She said, moving her stuff into the living room.

'Torrie,' Kyle said, picking up her luggage. 'You're the guest and you've got a show tomorrow night. You need your sleep. You're sleeping in the bedroom. I'll put new sheets on for you.' He said.

'No need. It doesn't bother me. Thank you so much for all this.' She said, giving him a slight peck on the cheek before closing the bedroom door. As much as Kyle could do to stay in control, this woman was too beautiful. He couldn't stop the growing erection in his pants as he thought about what might be going on behind the door.

Considering he hadn't had much exercise from his run, Kyle head into the gym to work out. He'd been on the treadmill for fifteen minutes when Torrie walked in, her hair tied back, a red sports bra around her chest and some bike pants and sneakers. 'I'm sorry if I'm any trouble Kyle. You really are kind to help me like this.' She said.

'Think nothing of it,' Kyle replied as he stepped off the treadmill to do some bench presses.

'You know, you could probably be a wrestler with your build.' She said, stepping onto the treadmill and sucking on a water bottle. Kyle laughed. 'No, seriously. You've got plenty of muscle tone, barely any fat and you seem like the sporty kind. And you're attractive, which appeals to the demographic we lack, females.'

'I've always said that my parents living in Australia was the only that stopped me from wrestling. I always wanted to. It some like hard work, but fun.' He said, grabbing a towel and wiping himself off. He started his squats.

'Why let that stop you? It's not like there haven't been Australian wrestlers...'

'Like Nathan Jones. Yeh. He's a good example. He was basically celebrity. That's probably the only reason he began wrestling. Nah, I probably wouldn't make it anyway. I'll stick to studying.' He finished his work out. 'Do you want a milo, or coffe or anything when you get out? I'm making one for myself anyway.' He asked politely.

'Tea please, if you have it. Can't stand milo... too fatty.' She replied and continued her lengthy treadmill run. Kyle headed to the bathroom and quickly got undressed. He stepped into the shower and ran the water hot. He let the water run over him for a while and then he began to wash himself. He washed his hair nd rinsed it out. Again he just let the water run over himself as he thought about the night's events. He'd been in the shower a while and didn't have a clue how long, so he turned off the water and stepped out.

'Oh shit! Sorry.' Torrie said as she walked in, and then quickly retreated. Kyle was slightly shocked, and then grinned widely as he realized he'd forgotten to close the door. He didn't care that she'd seen him naked but he was worried she might be embarrassed. He dried himself and went and changed into a pair of trackpants and a sleeveless shirt and went out into the living room. Torrie was in the kitchen filling up her water bottle.

'Sorry about that Torrie. I forgot to close the door.' Kyle said, sorry, but at the same time glad that it had happened. 'I didn't mean to embarrass you.'

'Its okay. I wasn't offended by it. It's not like I haven't seen anything like that before. May I use your shower?' She asked, brushing past, her face entirely red. He heard the sound of running water and the slam of a door as she carefully ensured the door was closed.

Kyle laughed to himself and went into the kitchen. He made a large milo for himself and started boiling the water for her tea. Then he sat down on the couch and began watching a movie on Showtime. After a couple of minutes the kettle started whistling and Kyle was just about to go turn in off when Torrie came out in his fleece pajamas and did it herself. She made her tea, and came and sat on the couch. 'What's on?' she asked him.

'Nothing much,' Kyle replied, flicking through the channels.

'Mind if I use your phone?' she asked.

'Go right ahead.' he said and turned back to the movie.

After about an hour she came back and sat on the couch, staring at the floor with a somewhat empty look on her face. 'Are you okay?' Kyle asked. She nodded slightly, but the movement forced a tear from her eye. 'What's wrong?' he asked again, putting an arm on her shoulders and waiting for a response. She gasped for air at the tears strolled down her face.

Finally she sighed and started to explained. 'That was Billy. Ever since we got engaged, its been all work for him. He just recently got the tag titles, and hes been working harder than ever to improve his skills. And that's good... But it means he never has any time for me anymore.' She said, and began weeping again, falling into Kyle's arms as he hugged her.

'Oh come on, Torrie. It's okay. He'll realize it soon. All you've got to do is talk to him.' Kyle said, comforting her as best he could.

'But I've tried,' she said, with renewed urgency, 'I tried to just then. And we fought. We had a fight and he said... He said...' She couldn't continue. Kyle held her and waited. 'He said, the wedding was off.' She burst into tears again. Kyle hugged her closer, trying to stop her tears.

When she finally settled down, 'Torrie. Just wait. You had a fight. He said it in the heat of the moment. He'll come to his senses. You're beautiful. You're talented. And you're a beautiful person. And there isn't a guy alive that wouldn't kill to have you. He'll realise that. And he'll realize he made a mistake.' She looked up at him tenderly. He wiped the tears from her face.

'Thank you.' She said, as she leaned up and kissed him on the lips softly. 

Kyle hadn't expected it. He hadn't expected it to last for so long. And he hadn't expected Torrie Wilson to begin making out with him. He felt her tongue make its way inside his mouth as he felt himself being pushed back on the couch. She lay on top of him and ground her hips against his as she let her body take over. Kyle's will broke and his hands made his way into her hair to pull him closer to her. One hand began caressing her ass above her pajama bottoms. Her kiss stopped and she began kissing his cheek, and then his neck. 

She sucked and licked his neck passionately and he moaned in pleasure and stroked her hair softly. She helped remove his shirt and again kissed him passionately on the lips, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth. She felt his tongue massaging hers and moaned her approval. As she felt his hand move from outside her pajama pants to rub her ass through her panties she raised her hips and began rubbing his crotch through his track pants.

She leapt up, helping him to his feet and led him to the bedroom, throwing him on the bed. She moved seductively towards him and lay on top, kissing him tenderly and slowly moving down. She kissed his chin, then his neck, leaving a slight mark. She kissed his chest softly, followed by his stmoch and belly button. Then, slowly, she pulled his track pants down and off. His erection was badly hidden beneath his boxer shorts and she pulled his silk boxers off slowly and seductively to reveal his throbbing erection. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at Kyle. Then slowly began to undo the buttons to her pajama top.

'Are you sure this is what you want?' Kyle asked her, hoping against hope she wouldn't back out now. She continued to undress, finally undoing the last button on her top, opening it slowly to reveal a pink lace bra. She turned around and slowly and sexually took off her pajama pants, revealing a matching pair of pink lace panties, that brilliant ass, silky smooth legs, and a moist patch between her ass cheeks. Then she turned around and slowly crawled up and over Kyle, until her lips touched his again, and she began to press crotch into his exposed penis. 

Kyle reached around her body to unhook her bra, allowing it to falland reveal her beautiful breasts. Kyle rolled over until he was on top, gently kissing her neck, collar bone, and finally her nipples. She moaned in delight as she pleasured her tits, tracing his tongue over her nipples. Gently he rubbed her mound with his hand as he played and made love to her breasts, and she reacted appropriately, gasping in pleasure and grinding her hips against his hand. Placing a thumb either side of her hips, Kyle carefully pulled her panties down her legs to reveal her dripping wet snatch.

Then he crawled up to her, slowly rubbing every part of his body against her mound, and lightly running a finger over her pussy lips. She shuddered in pleasure and quickly rolled him over, straddling his hips and positioning herself above his cock. Reaching out his hand to his bedside table, Kyle pulled a condom out and began to open it. 'Allow me,' Torrie said. He handed her the dom and watched in surprise as she threw it across the room. 

Then she grabbed his cock, and slowly lowered herself onto his bare erection. They both moaned simultaneously as they felt the joys of one another's sex. Kyle groaned as he felt her wet vagina surround his cock, massaging it slowly as she slid up and down. Torrie groaned as his cock penetrated her pussy, massaging the sides gently and she slowly rocked.

She felt him slowly begin to caress her nipples with his fingers and she closed her eyes as the joint pleasure began to consume her. She felt his hand slowly caress her ass a guide her up and down on his erect cock. He began to slowly thrust his hips with hers, heightening their pleasure and allowing him further inside her. She lay down on him and began to slide back and forth, using her arms and knees to lift her off the bed. Her hair slid gently over his chest as she moved and he began pumping faster. She stopped to avoid an early climax but began to kiss and suck on his neck. Kyle realised what she was doing and at a time where she wasn't expecting it, thrust deeply up into her pussy, gently brushing her G-Spot. 

Torrie moaned in pleasure as she managed to hold of her orgasm, barely. Kyle lowered his hips slowly as she recovered and began kissing his lips softly. Again he thrust deep into her cunt, hitting her G-Spot harder and causing her to grunt in pleasure. Again she managed to hold on as his cock pleasured her immensely. However, this time when Kyle lowered his hips, he quickly thrust up back into her again and again, keeping her lifted from the bed while fucking her hard, every time hitting her G-Spot and causing waves of pleasure to spread throughout her body.

'Oh God...' Torrie gasped as she came violently around Kyle's cock, he pussy walls massaging him as her juices flowed down and around his cock. She arched her back slightly, her eyes wide, mouth slightly open as her body shuddered violently in climax and her pussy clenched around Kyle's cock. Kyle thrust deep into her once more to complete her orgasm and she ley, exhausted on his chest. Carefully and gently he rolled her over onto her back and began to kiss and lick her neck. 

Slowly he began to thrust his cock into her wet pussy, while tenderly kissing her. His cock moved in and out of her pussy, first slowly, and then faster as he reached his own orgasm. He felt Torrie's hips move against his as she responded to his love-making, wrapping his silky legs around him and driving ever deeper into her willing cunt. One of her hands was on his ass, pulling his cock further inside of her, while the other was against the wall above her as the bed crashed and banged against it from the force. 

They grunted and groaned at every thrust, sweat pouring off their bodies as his cock continued to pound into her slippery cunt. Her tits bounced and she moaned in pleasure as once again she came on his cock yet again. He legs curled around his ass and pulled him further inside her as her cunt gripped like a vice around his cock. Her orgasm hit her, and she screamed in pleasure, 'Yes! Yes! Oh Fuck Yes! Fuck my pussy!' Kyle felt his orgasm approaching as well and began to pull out. 

Her legs pulled him back in feircely, and she looked him in the eyes, saying, 'Cum inside me. Make me pregnant! Fuck me! I want your cum inside me Kyle. Do it. Make me pregnant!' This was all he could handle as his orgasm hit him, and his cock erupted inside the beautiful Torrie Wilson. Stream after stream of thick, virile semen erupted inside Torrie's cunted and Kyle's groaned in ecstacy and thrust inside of her pussy.

They both gasped in exhausted as they lay beside each other, orgasms gradually dispersing. Torrie hugged Kyle as they fell asleep together and Kyle smiled in satisfaction as he closed his eyes. He had just fucked Torrie Wilson. 

Helping Torrie Wilson Ch. 02



Note: If you have not read 'Helping Torrie Wilson' I recommend you do so before reading this chapter. All feedback is welcome and encouraged.

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The sudden feeling of heat on his skin and light on his eyes woke Kyle Cunningham from his pleasant slumber. The sun had just begun filtering in through the window onto Kyle where he lay, creating slightly unpleasant warmth on his face. He rolled over slightly to look at the clock.

'Fuck!' He shouted as he jumped up and raced into his wardrobe, ripping his pants off the shelf and clambering into them at lightning speed, almost tripping over in the process. 

'Hahaha.' Torrie Wilson laughed from the doorway. She was wearing a red sports bra and matching red bike pants, a gleam of sunlight reflecting of the slight sheen of sweat cover her tight body. She'd clearly just had a morning workout. 'It's alright. Your worked called two hours ago wondering where you were. I told them you'd developed a fever and wouldn't be able to make it.'

Kyle relaxed slightly, leaning against the wall in relief. 'Of course,' Torrie said, still highly amused. 'Your boss seemed to think it was bullshit. She said that you were just skimping off work to have a day off to see the wrestling.' Kyle's head banged back against the wall in disbelief. He'd been absent from work enough already. This might just be the last straw.

'Fuck.' He muttered under his breath.

'Might I make a suggestion?' Torrie said, still amused but sounding helpful. Kyle nodded, not sure she could help. 'Give her your ticket.'

'What? I've been waiting all year for this...' Kyle said in exasperation.

'It's either your ticket or your job... at least that's how it looks by the way you're acting.' She said, matter-of-factly.

She was right. Kyle knew it. Kyle slowly made his way over to the phone, picked it up and dialled. Putting on a slightly huskier voice, he told the person at the other end that he wasn't going to the show and they could pick up the ticket from his letterbox. He hung up the phone and sighed heavily.

'It's a pity you had to give your ticket to your boss.' Torrie said, a look of pity on her face. 'Shame you told her you couldn't go too... Especially considering I could've given you these... Stephanie made special bookings for the front row...' She said, holding up two tickets in her hand.

Kyle looked at the tickets in her hand, his eyes opened wide in realisation. 'You – You had them all along...' He jumped up and grabbed at the tickets but she quickly pulled them back. He lunged at her, but she screamed and darted out of sight back into the living room, a wide grin on her face. He chased her out into the kitchen and backed her up against the wall. 'Give them to me...' He said, advancing towards her and grinning widely. She placed the ticket hand behind her back and her face turned into an innocent pout. Her other hand raised to her chest and a finger gently caressed the right side of her cleavage.

Looking up through her blonde, wavy hair, she said to him innocently, 'What do you mean?'

Kyle was drawn between the tickets and her obvious seduction. He kept advancing slowly, the determination on his face wiltering slightly. 'You know exactly what I mean Torrie... hand them over...' He now had her forced back against the kitchen bench. He placed a hand in front of her, signalling for her to give him the tickets. She smiled hesitantly, and slowly brought her left hand around in front of her. Kyle grinned as the tickets made their way into his hands.

But as soon as they were in they were out again, and Torrie had ducked under his arm and out of the kitchen. He chased her back into the bedroom and saw her disappear into the bathroom. He walked slowly towards the bathroom and paused in the doorway. She was leaning against the back wall of the shower, tickets held up in one hand and a massive grin on her face. 'If you want them, you have to come and get them.'

He placed one foot inside the shower and stepped forward, cautiously avoiding what he knew was coming. He was now standing in the middle of the shower, hand outstretched to accept the tickets and carefully watching Torrie's right hand to ensure it did not turn the tap on. He saw Torrie's eyes dart towards the showerhead and his followed. He watched as the tickets flew over the top of the shower and in that instant of carelessness Torrie's hand flicked on the shower and Kyle was drenched in a torrent of water.

Kyle stood there, amused but defeated, letting the water drench his work pants. Torrie giggled profusely as he remained stationary, letting her take in her victory. Kyle grinned, defeated, and raised his arms outwards, as if to stop the rain. Torrie's giggling ceased, and her smile turned into a seductive grin, as she grabbed his water-soaked pants and pulled him towards her. Water ran over their lips as they kissed, Kyle's right hand pinning both of Torrie's above her head to the wall while the other traced lines down and across her body.

Torrie's hand slowly moved towards Kyle's pants and began to rub his cock through the drenched fabric. Kyle felt it slowly beginning to rise beneath his pants as Torrie's hands moved over his body. Gently, Kyle began to suck on Torrie's neck and she moaned slightly in pleasure. Kyle grabbed her sports bra and pulled it over her head, watching the water run down her full round breasts in waves. Again, he let his tongue explore her mouth while his hand gently caressed her tit, kneading it slowly and gently flicking the nipple with his thumb.

Torrie was breathing heavily, the running water increasing her pleasure and Kyle kissed and sucked her neck, and slowly made his way to her hard nipple. She shivered as he let his tongue encircle her wet nipple, licking it and then taking it all in his mouth and sucking hard. She moaned softly as he did the same to the other nipple while he slowly pulled her bike pants down her legs to reveal her dripping snatch.

Kyle was now on his knees, staring at Torrie's shaven cunt as water raced down her thighs. He reached up and ran a finger along the length of her cunt lips and Torrie moaned in delight. Torrie shook slightly as Kyle plunged two fingers inside her wet cunt, and she was forced to use Kyle's head for support as his finger thrust in and out of her. Kyle stopped, and gently began rubbing her clit while softly kissing her inner thigh. Torrie moaned and began running her hands through Kyle's hair, gently urging him to taste her.

Kyle slowly reached around and caressed Torrie's ass with both hands and he continued to kiss her inner thighs tenderly, teasing her. Torrie's moans soon became gasped of lust as her hands applied more and more force to the back of Kyle's head to relieve her. Finally Kyle obliged and he pulled her towards him, gripping her firm ass tightly and ploughing his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Torrie grunted in pleasure as his tongue explored her cunt. She gently began flicking her own nipples, stimulating them til they were hard.

Torrie shook violently as Kyle began to flick his tongue back and forth over her clit vigorously. The faster Kyle's tongue worked the closer she came to orgasm and she was moaning loudly before too long. 'Don't stop... Oh god! Don't stop! I'm close! Please don't stop! Yes! I'm gonna... Don't...'

But Kyle stopped. He stood up, took off his pants and then turned Torrie towards the wall. Before Torrie knew what was happening Kyle's cunt was penetrating her cunt from behind, slamming in and out of her with wilful abandon. She moaned loudly as he pounded her, groping her breasts and sucking her neck. Her eyes were half closed and her breathing heavy, her body shaking with every thrust as his cock filled her pussy with pleasure.

He began grunting as he approached his orgasm and his kisses turned to bites as Torrie's hand pressed his head into her neck. She began to whisper softly and he thrust his cock deeper inside her cunt than before. 'Yes... Fuck me... Fill me with your cum... I want you to do it... Cum with me... Cum inside me...' She moaned ceaselessly as his thrusts began faster and stronger. 'Fuck... ugh... Yes! Do it! Cum... I want your cum... Please... ugh... Oh God! Ugh... I'm cumming...' She screamed loudly as she came, her body shaking forcibly with lust and pleasure as his cock continued to pound her cunt. 

Her cunt gripped Kyle's cock tighter and his balls tightened as they erupted inside her, hot cum shooting from his cock. Thread after thread of potent semen shot inside her womb as he spasmed, his thrusts more involuntary now than forced. He grunted heavily as the last of his cum escaped his balls and his orgasm subsided. They both stood there, shaking from adrenaline, exhaustion and pleasure and gasping for breathe. Torrie's could feel Kyle's cock pulsating inside her as blood pumped through it, extending her pleasure and creating a warmth inside her she had needed. She felt his cum dripping out of her cunt and she made for the exit.

'We have a show to get to.' She said.

Kyle needed a little more time to recover. After all, it was the second time in two days he had cum inside Torrie Wilson's cunt.

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