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Chapter 5 by the-real-evil-genius the-real-evil-genius

What's next?

Left to stew.

Her shouting rang over the empty cell as she inspected her cell.

"Where am I?" She yelled her voice was tinted fear.

The cell had no doors, windows or even seams. The only thing Emma managed to learn. Was just how good soaked silk feels stroking her engored clit.

Her lithe fingertips stroked her nipples through her shirt. Her overcharged with lust.

What's next?

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