Relief Station

Madison swung her bag over one shoulder and walked out of the front door, slamming it shut behind her. The cold air brushed along her checked school skirt and played along her bare stomach, making her shiver from the cold. Her school uniform, even in winter, left more skin bare than covered, and her nipples already poked out from beneath a sheer white top, protesting the winter chill.

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All Night Long

“You little cumwhore,” Jake said, patting Mindy’s round ass. Thick, hot ropes of semen covered her face and the pale flesh of her rear cheeks were covered with red slap marks. Jake was one of those rare gentlemen that knew that those were the only marks you should leave on a woman; what with the rise of BDSM culture around the city, those people were getting harder to find.

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Afternoon at the Park 2

The mistress pulls out a butt plug from her bag of tricks and pops it in her own mouth, sucking on it like a lollypop. It’s big enough to barely fit in, wide and long. She kneels down and spreads the punk-girl’s ass cheeks, then pulls the plug out of her mouth and jams it deep inside. She has to twist it and force it in—the hole is fairly damn tight.

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