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 No.21549

Mall chop 2

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Part 1
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"Two hundred dollars for just one hour?"

Annette stood in the front of the local Snuffco shop, at the town's only shopping mall. The Raven haired girl was speaking to the store's manager about modeling one of the shop's products.

Snuffco made all kinds of devices and toys to suit the needs of snuffettes around the world. They used live modeling in most of their stores to entice customers to buy.

Their centerpiece was almost always some form of guillotine.

Of course most models don't get snuffed.

Most.

"Two hundred dollars per hour in the guillotine, twenty bucks for each customer serviced and sixteen hundred dollars if you get snuffed." The manager clarified with a friendly smile on her face.

Annette had paused at the thought of snuffing it. She didn't mind the idea of being fucked by whoever paid but she wasn't ready to die.

But College was more expensive then she thought and though it had only been a few months since she left home. She was running out of cash and refused, out of pride, to ask her parents for help.

'Snuffing a model cost two thousand dollars so I should be safe." she thought.

"Okay," she said, "Sign me up."

"When would you like to model, and how long?" the manager asked.

"One-hour and would now be now be alright?" She spoke turning to look at the empty guillotine.

The manager offered her a genuine smile."Oh good the model we had scheduled for this afternoon had to cancel suddenly, so that would be perfect!" she gestured to the back of the store, beckoning Annette to follow.

Nerves playing havoc up and down her spine Annette inquired, "Why did she have to cancel?"

"Boyfriend got a little too rough last night, so I'm down a full-time model."she explained pulling out a stack of paperwork. "I hope he at least got a good meal out of it." ruefully she added.

Annette look over the paperwork. Usual 'snuff model' contract she supposed. Including a place for contact information of the person she would like her paycheck to go to if she doesn't live to the end of shift.

Signing the paperwork and handing it back to the manager.

Taking the offered papers she gestured at a row of boxes. "You can put your clothes in there for now." as she left.

Quickly disrobing Annette thought over her body decent b-cups and a perfectly serviceable ass. Her best feature, she was told, was her cute round face. Long black hair just a little past her shoulders. She considered it would have to be put in a ponytail for the guillotine.

The manager returned holding a small circular device about half an inch in diameter, a thin quarter inch spike in the center. It looked like an oversized thumbtack.

Annette knew what it was. A Snuffco exclusive Short-term Life-Tack. She was always fascinated with the tech. It can keep a person alive and conscious for up to a week if provided continuous power, and years if paired with Snuffco nutritional paste and fresh water. It works by providing an electrical current directly to the brain. A small portable one like this would only have three or four hours of battery life, but could be connected to a wall outlet for a long-term use.

"I know you aren't planning on snuffing it, but corporate wants all models to wear one to show how discreet the new models are."

Annette nodded feeling her breath catch in her throat the possibility of dying increasingly more real.

The manager took the life tack and placed it behind Annette's right earlobe, "It won't hurt much." she spoke a small prick of pain and the tack was in. Small barbs ensuring it would stay put.

Annette followed the manager out into the store. Regret bubbling inside her as she was unsure if this was a good idea.

"Here we are the Mini-Guillotine 275."

It was small, appearing more like a medieval pillory, but the squat box reached the ground. The Guillotines blade was underneath. When triggered it would snap up by pneumatic pressure.
A button on the side would trigger it and a remote was available too.

A portable guillotine for apartments and those who want to snuff on the go

An employee would oversee her time in the device. Taking payment for her services and orders for the device itself.

The mall speaker chimed," The Snuffco portable live spitter demonstration will begin in ten minutes at the Suffco Mart."

Looking around Annette saw a small box sitting across from the mini-guillotine. Both devices mounted in the front of the store. Large windows to the rest of the mall in front of them. Their curtains closed for now. She stood a little straiter, one arm across her midsection, feeling exposed as she thought about all the people that would see her.

"My name's Jeff." The employee introduced him-self, dragging Annette back to her new job.

"Annette." She offer her hand which he shook.

"Let's get you set up before the show starts."

The top of the mini guillotine opened and Annette bent-over placing her head and arms in the open slots. Her back strait, legs parting for stability.

"Last chance to back out." Jeff offered.

'I should leave.' she thinks. 'I should just suck it up and call my parents. I should find some other job.'

'I should leave.'

But.

"Do it."

She can't. She's to proud to back down, to run home crying to her parents.

And some small part of her is loving this.

The top of the mini guillotine closes, trapping her.

Looking at a nearby clock,'I'm now Snuffco property until two-fifty three.'

 No.21564

Mall Chop 2

part 2
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Annette's heart was pounding. She could feel the slightly chilly air around her naked body.
Her breasts swaying with every movement. Her pussy slightly pulled open by her spread legs.

She closed her eyes, trying to get her nerves under control.

'Just one hour. Just one hour.' on repeat in her head.

She felt something rub against her ass.

Her eyes pop open to see Jeff in front of her, giving her a reassuring smile and a small thumbs up.

She had her first customer. Annette was so focused on calming herself down that she didn't hear them talk. Didn't hear the customer buy time with her.

She struggled to see anything, the person's hands traveled over her ass, tracing there way up her back.
Annette could see nothing. No face, no hair, she couldn't even be certain it was a man.

She grew aroused, not just from their touch but the idea of near-total anonymous sex.

Her unknown lover began to fondle her breasts roughly, either inexperienced or just uncaring for her pleasure. She tried to give in to her growing excitement.

With Their hands on her hips, Annette felt something suddenly pierce down her cunt. Too large for fingers. She now knew her mystery partner was a man.

She cursed silently in her head as he started pounding away at her. She wasn't quite ready, so the rough fucking wasn't as enjoyable as it could have been. Although she was thankful that Suffco required all customers to wear a lubed condom. So it wasn't painful, just frustrating.

Annette's tits jiggles with every hard stroke, her neck sliding through the opening of the guillotine. Her shoulders and chin bouncing off the sides. He was fucking her with no regard for her comfort or pleasure.

She was just a sex toy. A cheap or convenient cunt to him. A way to drive foot traffic through the store and attention to the goods for sale to Snuffco.

He stiffened, cock buried to the fullest. She felt it twitch as he came, then leaving her body all together.

As suddenly as her anonymous lover arrived, he left.

"Sorry about that. The first time here can be a bit tough." Jeff spoke approaching her, pulling a moist towelette out of his bag and began cleaning her. He was gentle, but detached with his motions. He was cleaning a dirty sex toy, nothing more.

Annette felt used.

She didn't hate the feeling as much as she thought she would.

"Cutting it close, Jessie." Jeff observed. Annette craned her head toward where Jeff spoke.

A petite girl in a Snuffco employee uniform came into her view. Longish dyed blue hair pulled in a side ponytail. She appeared way too young to be working here. But Snuffco has a tough company policy, mandating all employees and customers that entered the store to be eighteen or older. She moved over toward the box in front of Annette as she replied, "Yeah, yeah. We had some trouble getting Tina charged."

Jessie was followed by a beautiful dark skinned woman. She was tall, even more so compared to Jesse, who looked no more then five-foot even. Annette wasn't gay or even bi but she couldn't help but stare at her large chest. Double D-cups at least. She was completely naked except for a thick metal band around her neck.

"I heard about Kathy." Jesse said looking down at Annette "This the new girl?"

Speaking for the first time since entering the guillotine, "My name is Annette. And I'm just here for.." glancing at the clock, " the next fifty-five more minutes."

With a nod a acknowledgement, Jessie turn back to her display and begin reading some papers in a binder. 'Her script for the show.' Annette presumed.

"Tina." the other naked woman offered her name. She was just standing there showing no discomfort at her nudity. Or apprehension about her fate. Modeling live-spitting wasn't like the guillotine. Once the spit goes through she's dead. Even if it takes a few hours happen.

"How can you be so calm when you're going to be impaled so soon?" Annette couldn't help but ask her.

She let out a small chuckle and said, "It's not my first time." tapping on the collar around her neck.

"A fourteen-hour 'Heavy Duty Life-Tack'." Jeff supplied.

Tina smiled "Today will be my ninth spitting. And tomorrow my sixth hanging." she added.

"As long as her brain and spine don't receive too much damage, the rest of her will heal given time. so long as there's enough left of the individual body part, that is." Jeff supplied slipping into sales mode." The Life-Tack doesn't care how healthy the brain cells are. Just that they are present."

"Haven't been able to eat anything for two weeks now." Tina told. Gesturing to her collar. "Just nutritional paste through the Tack."

"Sounds rough." Annette contemplated living like that. Her survival depending on the nearest available power outlet.

She hated the idea. 'Sounds like hell.' she privately thought.

Tina gave a wide grin. "I had already agreed to roast for my grandfather's birthday next week, so I figured I'd make bank until then."

"Hard-snuff models make four hundred dollars per hour." Jeff added.

"And I've been doing eight hour shifts everyday." Tina finished.

Over fifty-thousand for a little over two weeks work. And no real chance of snuffing it early.

Annette could see the reasoning. If you're going to snuff it anyway, why not?

Jessie and Tina took their places next the box across from Annette, Jessie now wearing one of those headset microphones. An alarm gently chimed, Two o'clock.

Showtime.

The curtains opened and Annette saw the crowd. Maybe fifty people, more or less, watching through the window.

Most were looking at the ebony beauty, but a few were looking at her. Her body flushed with embarrassment. Before today maybe eight people had seen her naked.

Jessie had begun the presentation talking about the 'Mobile Spit-Pit 25'. Talking about the ease of set up, she pressed a button on the box and it slowly hinged open to about four foot long and a little over a foot wide. Two, three foot high spit mounting brackets clicked into place.

Then she began to talk up Tina's meat, offering all the ways you could roast her. Different spices and different sauces, her hands moved over Tina's flesh more to excite the audience more than to inform.

It was working on Annette. She was enamored with the taller girl's body, unsatisfied with her earlier fucking and hornier from Jessie's show she felt a jolt of pleasure as someone drove their cock into her in one stroke.

Annette didn't even try to look at her second customer. She was too focused on Jessie explaining and demonstrating 'The proper tenderizing technique' on Tina's breasts. Her new partner had seemed the same, making long slow thrusts, he was taking his time and enjoying the show.

Or maybe he just liked fucking in font a crowd.

Annette didn't know. And she didn't care.

"And now I will demonstrate the cutting edge 'Artemis Targeting Software' that ensures no Messy accidents. Just perfect spitting every time." Jesse said picking up a four foot long tube that looked similar to a bazooka. The stylized image of a hanging woman that was Snuffco's logo on it's side.

Tina pulled a stabilizing handle out of the mounting strut closest too Annette, bending over it, their faces level. Six feet separated them but Annette could swear they were nose-to-nose. Jessie took her position behind Tina, automatic handheld spitter slung under her arms. Annette felt the ecstasy building in her. Rocking back against her temporary lover.

The machine let out a soft but harsh tone. "No viable path." had Jessie explained to the crowd.

Tina stared into Annette's eyes mirthful grin on her face. "Now for my favorite part." she whispered to Annette, careful not open her mouth to wide.

Then she opened up as wide as far as she could. With a happy sounding tone and a hiss of compressed air Annette's vision focused on the sharp tip of the spit now in front of her, sticking a good foot past Tina's lips.

A powerful thrill shook Annette's body at the suddenness of the spitting. One second she was a woman, the next just meat on a stick.

She was so close to coming, just a little more.

Jeff had gone over to help Jessie lift Tina up on to the supports over the cooking-pit. Tying her arms behind her back and her slightly bent legs to the spit.

Annette could feel her orgasm building. So close..

Suddenly the penis inside her stopped, the man enjoying his own orgasm.

"No!" Annette yelled. "Just a little more!" She desperately moved her hips trying to cum.

But he simply pulled out of her and that was the last she perceived of customer number two.

Jeff returned pulling a towelette out, getting ready to clean her body for her next customer.Tina had begun slowly spinning on the spit. Though no fire was lit under her. It wasn't time to roast her for real yet.

The crowd outside starting to disperse now that the show was over.

"Please…" Annette begged Jeff. "I'm so close to coming! Please help me cum!"

Jeff sadly shook his head as he began mechanically cleaning her, "The stores got policies against employees using company equipment while on the job."

Annette cursed. The reminder her temporary status as property struck a hollow feeling in her gut.

She let her head hang, knees bending a small ways, till sides of the guillotine pushed against her neck, forcing her back to standing straight.

A flash of light outside the window to the mall beyond caught her attention and her breath hitched in her throat.

Standing outside, her phone in hand, was her sister Sara.

 No.21565

Enjoying this one a lot so far :D

 No.21566

>>21565
Thank you

Feedback gives me determination to write

 No.21570

I love it! Amazing! Please continue. Even if there wasn’t snuff, these locked in a pillars public fucking stories really turn me on. Especially when the girl can’t see who is fucking her and is just treated as a sex toy. I can’t wait for part 3.

 No.21572

>>21570
Thank you

I allways hate tagging my stuff because there a line where a tag does and doesn't apply.

Personally I think Tina's situation applies as snuff, some don't.

Not saying the harder stuff won't appear latter. Just clarifying.

 No.21575

This is earlier commenter. I like the snuff and it turns me on. I like stories best when like yours they are sexy without snuff and the snuff makes it amazing. I also hate the tag necessity because I want to think she might live. But I’m really hoping her sister sends a pic to her dad and he comes to the mall to fuck her and cut off her head. Because she is a disgrace and because he’s her beneficiary so he only pays $400 ($2000but gets back 1600) when he kills her.

 No.21577

>>21572
As far as the snuff tag goes, you could always tag it as snuff(?) to show ambiguity, or to hide the ending.

 No.21607


Mall Chop 2

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Part 3
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Annette stared out at her younger sister, mortified. Sara was standing there, a big grin on her face. Black hair tied up into twin ponytails, wearing a light pink sundress under the real Boy-skin leather jacket she got for her eighteenth birthday a few weeks back.

Sara gave Annette a wink before heading towards the store's opening.

Annette's mouth was dry, her blood rushing through her ears. Her eyes laser focus toward the doors hidden behind various isles.

She didn't think anyone she knew see her. It was only one hour. On a Tuesday. Barely afternoon. But Sara was here. 'Why wasn't she in school!?' Annette panicked. Hyper focused on where the doors should be.

'Calm down.' she thought. She tried focusing on her breathing. On the cool tile under her bare feet. The air caressing her swaying hard nipples. The cock slamming in and out of her nether's.

'Wait, when did…?'

She realized at some point during her mini-panic attack she gained her third customer.

'Sara's going to see me get fucked.' was her horrified thought, 'If she didn't already during Jessie's show.'

'Maybe she's not coming in.' she desperately pleaded with herself. 'Maybe she's just going to go away.'

"Looks like you're having fun." she heard Sara behind her.

'Shit.' Annette winched.

"Ah, Y-yes." the man responded. Annette thought she recognized his voice.

Awkward silence filled the air for a moment.

"W-well I should be going." he stammered out, His cock leaving her.

'An old teacher maybe?' she mused

"See you tomorrow Mr. Edwards!" Sara cheerfully exclaimed stepping into Annette's vision.

'My old math teacher was just fucking me.' Annette numbly realized. Remembering she saw a bad car crash on her way to her morning classes.

It had taken down a few power lines.

Apparently her old high school was closed for the day.

"I don't think he saw your face." Sara offhandedly remarked, looking Annette in the eyes. Her grin growing wide.

"So Annie, new job or new fetish?" she asked, amusement in her tone.

"Please don't tell anyone. Don't share that picture." Annette pleaded. "I just needed a quick hundred seventy bucks to make this month's rent."

Jeff started cleaning her, seeming to ignore the family drama.

Sara eyes softened a little. "And what are you going to do for me, to make it worth my while?" amusement fading from her tone, replaced with something Annette didn't recognize.

"Not anything long-term given, well…" she gestured at the guillotine.

Sara gazed at Tina, her right hand at her chin in an exaggerated thinking pose. "Your coworker put on an incredible show."

"You to Annie, both of them." she added after a short pause.

"They left me with a small need." Sara breathlessly added. Her hand wandering down her body and cupping on of her breasts.

A hard nipple poked through her sun-dress. Annette knew Sara rarely wore bras, her chest at the awkward spot in between C and D-cups. Today was no different.

"I can buy time with your body, but I can't make you do anything, so.." her left hand lifting her dress slightly. Just enough to show she wasn't wearing panties either.

"Your tongue to silence mine." she offered. Her face flush with excitement

The past few decades had reduced the taboo of incest to just a little worse then a foot fetish on the weird kink scale.

Annette had never thought of having sex with a family member before.

She had never thought of posing naked in the mall. Fucking anyone that paid.

Today was a day of firsts it seemed.

"Yeah. Sure. Just delete that photo!" Annette agreed, trying to look Sara in the eyes but finding them wander to her breasts and bare pussy.

Sara dropped the front of her dress as she hopped in excitement, asking Jeff, "She agreed so I don't have to pay, right?"

"Technically, you still gotta pay." Jeff had finished cleaning Annette, walking into her view and heading to his spot next to Jessie and Tina. He winked at Sara. "So don't let my boss find out."

Annette's mind locked on her sister's approaching pussy. She wondered if she would feel her trimmed pubic hair on her face. She wasn't sure what to do, she had never gone down on another girl before.

'I'll just try want I like done on me.' she resolved. The guillotine keeping her from seeing to far up, so she could no longer see Sara's face. It was a struggle just to see the underside of her clothed breasts.

Sara then lifted the front of her dress again and tossed the end over Annette's head, reducing her world to just her sister's pussy.

'At least no one will watch me do this.' Annette mused, not keen to add any more humiliation to her day.

With Sara's hand on her head through the thin fabric, Annette stretched out her head as far as she could. Her lips meeting Sara's lower ones with a gentle kiss, then Annette's tongue made it's way into her sister's private depths.

A low moan echoed from Sara as Annette began licking up her slit, the middle of her tongue dragging across her clit. The pressure growing as its end drew closer until the tip passing over it with a flick. The whole process started over this time her tongue pushing both in, and to the right.

"You've done this before Annie." Sara groaned out teasingly.

Annette ignored her, focusing on her task. Their positioning and the guillotine making it a little difficult, but Sara's moans and groans drew her onwards. She always enjoyed giving head to her few boyfriends. The arousal returning within her said this was no different

As Sara began grinding her hips forward, Annette started pulling her head back to avoid being suffocated against her sisters snatch. A single hand griped her hip as long cock plowed into her. Her next customer didn't mind sharing it seemed.

"Don't stop Annie." Sara half-pleaded, half-demanded. Annette having paused when the new cock bottomed out and started the growing more familiar motions of purely selfish fucking. She quickly resumed her incestuous work.

Sara didn't mind sharing ether.

Annette was having her first threesome with her sister and totally anonymous stranger. Her head in a functional guillotine. Public for all to see.

A day of firsts indeed.

With her whole body rocking back and forth it was hard to keep to a technique. The basic pattern remained the same, but she mixed it up a little. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. Softer, harder. With a little hum in her mouth. Sara's quickening breath and louder moans rewarding her for her attempts.

With low throaty moans and high-pitched squeaks, Sara rocked on the balls of her feet. Some people might think she was faking them, but after sharing a wall with her the last four years Annette knew her sister was just loud. Sara just couldn't keep quiet, even after a mortifying talk with their mother a few years back.

Now Sara was owning her pleasure. Unashamed in this open setting.

Annette own pleasure was still growing. Driven as much by her sister moans as the cock pounding in her. She was getting close, squeezing her legs together as close as she could. Milking as much ecstasy from the pistoning shaft as she could before it inevitably left her.

Both of Sara's hand grabbed her hair through the sun-dress. "More, more." she groaned, knees shaking from Annette's amateur tongue. Mashing her bound sister's face against her crotch.

Annette couldn't breathe. Her attempts at telling Sara to let her go muffled against her sisters mound. A small part her brain not panicking thought 'If this is how I snuff it today, I'm going to haunt Sara for the rest of her life.'

Annette tried not to moan or scream hoping to get Sara's attention.

It worked

"Sorry." Sara genuinely said releasing Annette's head. She took long ragged breaths, resting her forehead on her sister's stomach, enjoying the slightly musky air. Slowly composing herself, Sara gently rubbing her head through the fabric of her dress.

A shock of cold ran up her spine as the moist towelette Jeff used to clean her began its work. Her customer had finished and left while she was suffocating.

Lifting her head up, her mouth and tongue returning to her sister's soaked snatch. She wasn't going to leave her wanting like she had been so many times today.

Sara placed her hand back on Annette's head, her moans quickly returning.

Focusing on the work in front of her she couldn't help but sway her ass, trying to land her next customer.

She desperately wanted to cum.

'Maybe i can convince Sara to return the favor?' she thought, gently sucking on her sister's clit.

It wasn't long before Sara buried Annette's face in her twitching pussy. Legs shaking and a long guttural moan signifying her orgasm.

"Please keep going. Gently. I like to slowly come down." Sara breathlessly asked, quickly letting go of Annette's head.

Annette slowly licked her sister pussy, it twitching a little with each full pass. She didn't mind letting her enjoy the afterglow.

"There you are!" A familiar voice sounded behind her.

Annette froze.

It was their mother.

Sara pulled her dress down tighter around head, trying to conceal Annette's face. "Well i wasn't going to just wait outside the salon for a whole hour." she verbally shot at her mother.

"You could have told me where you were going. You know cell reception is spotty in here." their mother sniped back. "I only knew you were here because I saw you through the window."

Annette was barely breathing. She silently thanked her friend Diane for talking her out of getting that shoulder tattoo last year.

"Can I at least finish?" Sara half-whined to their mother.

"Sure." she relented slightly exasperated

Sara rocked back and forth on her legs. "I can't with you here." she quietly admitted.

"Fine I'll be waiting by the registers." their mother spoke, brokering no argument.

Sara and Annette we're both still for a few moments before Sara stopped trying to pull her shirt over Annette's head and broke the silence

"Just a little more?" she begged

"If mom finds me here because you're screwing around, I'm telling her where you hide your Buzz." Annette said in a low tone.

Buzz was a legal recreational drug though most parents frowned on it's use. Theirs included.

"Harsh…" Sara spoke softly as she stepped backwards, allowing her dress to fall back to its normal place.

"But fair!" she concluded grinning, meeting Annette's eyes.

Her grin taking a sad edge

"Hope to see you later Annie." she genuinely offered before walking past her, having to go the long way around to avoid cutting across the presentation stage. A comforting hand touching Annette's shoulder.

"Just try to not look so delicious!" she jokingly added.

With a cheerful "Bye" Annette dared not return in case her mother heard her Sara left.

Annette saw Jeff busy with a customer. Her gaze met Tina's rotating eyes

"You saw nothing." she told Tina with a flat tone and a small smile on her lips.

Tina's body shook, laughter muffled by the spit that impaled her.

Annette glanced out the nearby window and quickly turned her head as Sara and her mother passed. She hoped she was fast enough that her mother didn't see her as the two had seem to be talking the brief moment see had saw them.

Jeff cleaned her mouth relatively quickly compared to his usual job.

Annette spied the nearby clock her body sinking back has her next customer entered her metaphorical doors and began pumping away.

'Forty-three minutes left.' she thought. Grinding her hips backwards. 'I can do forty-three more minutes.'

'Just please let me cum soon.'

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 No.21608

I hate that there's no edit button here.

I'm a horrible speller and no matter how many times I check and re-check I always notice a few small errors right after I post.

 No.21610

And I just noticed the weird red =.

Ignore those.

 No.21613

This is becoming one of my favorite stories ever. The whole scene with her sister was amazing and the stranger fucking her too. A little bit of a stretch that it’s only been 17 minutes. I can’t even jerk off in 17 minutes.

Please keep writing. I can’t wait.

 No.21615

>>21613

Thank you.

Yeah, the time line's a little tight

I figured customer's one, two and four, just pounded away just trying to get off.

Sara chased number three of early.


I'm not going to have access to a computer again until friday so part is going to take a bit.

 No.21617

Really loving this story so far! Can't wait to see this cutie girl beheaded! And I hope you put a lotta detail into her snuffing, I love to read how her corpse is gonna react to having her pretty head come off, especially since were going so long without a proper snuffing~

 No.21619

I can imagine Sara steering a few more folks Annette knows over there; she promised to delete the picture, but that doesn't mean she can't tell someone else to head over for a show.

What are the prices to hurt the model, without killing them? A little cervical penetration, tease with a spit, perhaps a couple new piercings…

 No.21627

oh sweet! that comment on the other thread was me, I just realized it showed up as anonymous. So glad to see this getting followed up, and it's really good so far!



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