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Jumpluff @ Delicious Pink Ribbon
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For what seemed like a week to her, Whitney stayed in the room, taking fucking after fucking and being pumped in and out with gallons of semen. She got untied, was retied, whipped a few times and found out that she liked vinaigrette on her salads. She say in the room, panting, dripping with her sweat, his sweat and someone else's for sure. She got up on her knees, and tried to stand, only to fall. Her knees were weak and shaking hard. She coughed, and immediately regretted it as the salty taste of semen drowned out the early morning dragonmouth. She crawled to the door, slowly and painfully. She readed for the knob, and the door opened, causing her to fall flat on her face. She attempted to look up, but was pleased enough that whoever it was was wearing real shoes, not slippers or nothing at all. Hopefully the rest would be in something decent, and she could take a breather. She slowly got back up and looked up. It was a man in casual clothes. Black cargo pants, a shirt with a sarcastic saying on it and hios hands in his pockets, for a moment. He held a hand out to her and assisted her. Whitney took his help as he took her out of the room. Are you taking me away from here? She asked, getting a good look at his face now. He probably should've considered shaving before going out, face and maybe a trim and his eyes were a vivid hazel that matched his hair. Yeah. I am. He said, setting her in a chair.
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