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The tiny reflection staring back was recognizably still the same woman who had once spent a long night bent over a card table, her four limbs tied to its four corners, her ass-cheeks glowing crimson from the spanking they’d just taken, her pussy frothing and empty.
Paragonas Vaunt
✍ Posy Churchgate
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