annie won

He grabs her ass.

He’s here for pleasure. She protects herself. Is this a problem? They pay. She’s back every time. No one knows. His women, the girls, every time she sold. It looked like fun. It’s only animal. The strung-out strings sell. Bread for your basket, a girl for your girl. Flip another coin. Today or or tomorrow?

Oh Terrible – why not tonight?

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