When her younger sister turned eighteen, Aimee was shipped off to a hucow farm by her boyfriend.
“I’m gonna miss you, babe. I mean, I’m kind of sentimental about that ass of yours, but don’t worry, I’ll have Caitlin to take my mind off it. Be fucking her little teen ass every day,” her boyfriend said. “Plus, the money from your work as a hucow should cover the cost of a mind blanked house slut. You should be happy for me!”
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