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Holy fuck!
Sometimes I think she’s actually starting to like it as much as I do…
Shit.
A 2-hour long roman gladiator fuck-a-thon where she finally surrendered again and again to the inevitable ego death of multiple orgasms, before passing out and getting fucked in her sleep for another couple of hours…
I finally threw in the towel.
Just as I rolled sweating off her like a sated preditor, she woke up grinning like a lottery winner.
“You should be paying ME for this kind of fucking, baby,” I told her.
She just kept grinning shyly like a drooling idiot child.
“That’ll be the day, Cigano.”
But I knew from that shit-eating grin that I had her.
Narcisa was in love.
And not just with her own image in the mirror…
Shit.
A sexually-traumatized, man hating lesbian whore from the day I first met her.
Then a confirmed, card-carrying crack addict…
Now, maybe she was gonna be a dick addict.
And I was her connection.
Shit.

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NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional como ficção com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência.
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