Her husband always played extra rough with sluts when they were brand new. It was one of the things Bailey loved most about him.
The quiet evenings, spent with a new slut passed out on her thighs, twitching and moaning, while she stroked the younger girl’s hair and shushed her. Those were the memories that made life worth living.
“That’s it. You just rest and calm down. He’ll be fucking you even harder tomorrow, so you need to be ready for him,” she whispered.
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