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Inhaling and smelling jasmine and vanilla coming from the stranger. “Good whore!” her mistress cries out just before she reaches orgasm. Flicking her clit with the tip of her finger, just enough to where she can feel her nail. She quickly opens it up.My whore! Sitting her mailbox was one email. But forgive me, when will you touch me again!”“In one week! Lapping it up like a cat laps up milk, she realizes she wants more. Many thoughts running through her mind. Thinking about all the stuff she is missing at home. Looks around the bar and watch’s the crowd.Someone comes up behind her and wraps their arms around her waist. Unable to make it home for the holidays she is stuck in the house by herself. “Now lick!” with this command she begins to lick it furiously, slipping her tongue inside her pussy lips. Shrugging she decides to go. Leaving her there completely venerable. Flicking her clit
