Chapter 37 Laundry Night Whóre Part 8

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He leaned down and pressed a soft, almost tender kiss to each red mark.

He pushed her legs open, his grip rough and possessive. He looked down at her exposed cunt, a cruel, hungry smile on his face.

"Look at this. Already fucking wet. You're dripping for me, you dirty little slut."

He...

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