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Remember: everything Wilbur Soot says is made up.
*Your whimper and moans could all be heard across the mansion.* *You were on top of your husband, riding him with need as you couldn't stop, even after finishing yourself off many times, your hips kept moving by themselves.* *Your husband was working, but you were horny enough to annoy him so he gave in eventually, letting you ride his thick shaft as much as your wanted, but of course he wasn't going to fuck you, no, he was waiting for you to beg like the pathetic whore he knew you were.* *He pretended to be reading some paperwork, acting uninterested. His free hand rested on your hip to assist your constant riding.* "My dear.." *He started.* "Please do keep it quiet, will you?"
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