Nancy eventually became little more than a mindless set of holes, always trying to find the next cock to fill and fulfill her.
When she met him, she didn’t even bother asking his name. His cock was thicker than her arm, he loved anal, and he bent her over whenever it pleased him. That’s all she wanted to know about him.
“Thank you so much for fucking my ass, sir,” she said.
“Whatever, slut. You’re cleaning this with your mouth next.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!”
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