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“Suck it, nigga witch cunt!” he growled. Little did he know, I possessed a power that he could never imagine. With a defiant strength, I took him deep into my mouth, swallowing him whole and tight until he burst his cream down my throat in a matter of seconds.
“F-fuck, nigga witch whore, how did you do that?” He picked me up as if I were nothing but a party favor and carried me outside to the poolside where a group of men awaited.
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I could hear his voice command them to continue, to cut me down and fuck me some more. And as I lay there, I knew that the darkness of that party would never truly fade away, haunting me for eternity. It was a night filled with horror fucking and feasting, a night that would forever be etched into my memory as the moment when my worst nightmares became a reality. “You know I will never let you go. Put this whore on a plane to the next party.” Was the last thing I remember.
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