#108743 - With his fingers wrapped in her hair, he skull-fucked his tearful victim as if she were a blow-up doll, filling the silent evening with a gargling-squashing sound. Had someone come in and stolen it? No matter, it was better that he didn’t have it. He had to escape if he were to have any chance of survival.
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