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Chapter 12 by Torg Torg

What next?

Bath interrupted

Cinderella gives you a great show as she lathers her voluptuous body. Watching the suds dripping erotically off her wet skin makes your cock recover its stiffness. When she washes her luscious vee, she spends extra time rubbing the suds intimately. Her fingertips seek her clit, and when she finds it, she moans aloud. Her eyes are on you as she squeezes her tit and rubs her clit, getting more and more into her masturbation. The sheen of water and soap on her skin is very arousing.

You can't stand the pressure and pull your cock out of your tights to wank it. You moan right back at her. A much louder moan, or perhaps more of a groan, comes from the woods to your right. In the dim moonlight, you can see a large lumbering shape that looks like it is coming toward you. You scramble around looking for a weapon of some sort and find a good-sized tree limb, just as the ogre enters the clearing. At least, you assume its an ogre, from its eight foot height, nasty snaggled teeth, copious amounts of body hair and odor, and from Cinderella's scream.

The creature is pumping its enormous cock.

What do you do?

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