Kiki spent most of her evenings with her tits hanging out while some cock or another pounded at the back of her throat.
It had been that way since the moment she turned 18. She’d been passed around from one man to another, like used furniture being given to whoever the man who currently owned her felt needed her the most.
She was just a thing, an object, a toy to be used and discarded.
It kept her constantly wet!
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