So… pregnant?
You’re lucky.
The truth is, poor Bob has very little potency in the first place, he’s had sex before his shower and came very little.
You’re not pregnant… yet.
As he finally moves away, he walks to his wallet, grabs twenty American dollars and slides them between your pert buttcheeks, laughing with glee at his own hilarious behavior. “There you go slut, you deserve your money!”
You still don’t know where you are, but it’s certainly not America.
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