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Nate drove Samantha home silently. He admired her perfect naked body and was truly pinching himself at the prospect of having a slut at his beck and call at all times like her.

"Fuck, I'm lucky haha." He thought to himself.

He shuffled through his front door, carrying her limp over his shoulder. He dropped her on his couch and pondered for a moment. There was one hole that Samantha hadn't given him, or anyone for that matter. But he didn't want a subpar anal experience. He wanted an anal slut, and he intended to get that from Samantha.

He silently lubed up her butt and a buttplug he had been waiting for her to use. Without much delay, he inserted it into her and looked up at her for a reaction.

She may have subconsciously moved a little, but no real reaction. She was out cold. For now, all he could do was wait. Maybe use her pussy and mouth. She could at least get used to the plug while she was unconscious.