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“The rules are simple, Amazing Amazon, for every minute that you allow me to fuck you, I release one hostage,” gloated the Gamesman as he rubbed his stiffening cock. “Each minute, if you can honestly tell me that I am not the best lover you’ve ever had, I’ll release three hostages. Simple.”

The Amazing Amazon glared at the supervillain. The Gamesman’s clever planning had ensured that if she fought, innocents would die. “I’m ready,” she said with stoic determination. At least she could rely on his adherence to rules. The Gamesman never cheated.

She lay back as the Gamesman slid his rock-hard shaft along her cleft. The Amazon was surprised to feel how quickly the heat built in her body and the wetness bloomed inside her. By the time he counted “One”, she was having trouble holding her hips still.

“You’re the worst,” she spat out.

“For now,” Gamesman said as he slid his cock into her hot and eager pussy. The Amazing Amazon could not deny that his cock was huge, and he was skilled. Each stroke felt good, but not nearly as good as her boyfriend Trevor Stewart … no, Travis Stevens … did his name start with a “T”? Why couldn’t she remember his name?

“Two,” Gamesman announced.

“I’ve had better,” the Amazon said between sighs of passion.

“Have you? Name one,” he challenged.

The Amazing Amazon knitted her brows. She knew she had to remember something. But every thrust of firm cock drown another memory beneath a wave of pleasure. Why bother remembering when right now felt so good?

As the Amazing Amazon succumbed to her first orgasm, the Gamesman grinned over his victory. There was no rule against fucking the memory out of her head! That’s not cheating. That’s just good, dirty fun.

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