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For the next few hours, Cheryl was roughly twisted, turned, manhandled, and fucked as the big man's cock repeatedly invaded her feminine body. She careened off into multiple flights of ecstatic gratification, enduring the brutal ordeal she had actually booked and getting packed with masculine meat and spunk in all her orifices.
She lay dazed as he eventually finished his assignment and, clutching his discarded loincloth in hand, left the room.
The coeds came soon after, finding her sullied, soiled, and disheveled, lying lethargically in the rumpled bed. They led her back to the salon and cleansed her with another sponge bath, fixing her hair and makeup, and clothing her in the saved high fashion bodycon sheath. They escorted her to the Renaissance House's front exit. She was left on the doorstep as the portal closed behind her and she reentered the outside vanilla world of gold digger trophy wifehood.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous6 months agoBhuff, thank you so much for the Cheryl follow-up. Completely unexpected and so well written that my first thought was "Christmas came early". Always thought the Cheryl character needed more attention and you most assuredly gave it to her thanks to Connor and the unnamed burly man. Reading about TWA graduates' domestic and professional exposures is just as enjoyable as learning of their academic experiences. Several metaphors , and synonyms to comment on but "pulsed like a shore-landed fish mouth" is my favorite and deserves 5 stars itself. Thanks again.
