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The Cockslave
Friday. She looked forward to this night all week, every week. Seven days since he had been here. Soon he would be back. Her job allowed her Friday off and she always used it to prepare. A long relaxing bath, shaving her legs, armpits, reshaping the soft bush on her mons into a narrow heart shape. Then she pushed the vibrating egg into her sex and turned it to a low buzz -- just a warm-up, she always smiled to herself, as it pushed in, first spreading her lips wide and then nearly filling the...