Bombs Away

The only thing more joyful than assblasting some broad that really deserves it, is to tell about it in advance, and let her despair.

This redheaded streetwalker I abducted became my 30th fuck and my 10th sexslave.

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Crossed Legs

One can only wonder how many a bitch that has crossed her legs defiantly, not knowing about something good in her cup that she's drinking.

This cocktease I drugged out probably understood what had happened, when she woke up sticky, sore and pregnant, not remembering a thing.

I left some clues pointing at an old enemy of mine, and I can assure that this bitch and her lawyer brought some Hell upon that poor bastard.

She became my 29th fuck.

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