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Chapter 5 by NylogirlCD NylogirlCD

Let him jerk?

Scare him.

I grab him by the throat and pick him up off the ground, my petite frame hiding my true power.

"Drop it now." It clatters to the ground, spilling it's contents. Among the make-up and wallet I notice a pair of black pantyhose. I feel my cheeks blush as I stare at the hose, needing to scoop them up, needing to possess them. I throw the thief aside and he crashes agianst a dumpster, the ringing echoes in the alley. I deftly grab the hose and inhale their scent, I really need to cum, or just need cum.

What are the hose for?

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