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Saturday, 7 April 2018

The servant 3


In as much as i'd love to admit that I hate her, I can't. I don't love her, but i'm far from indifferent. The memory of how warm her cunt wrapped around my fingers gave me countless hardons.

Tonight, I try to read a book to assuage my need for her pussy. Her husband has been keeping her on a short leash- I guess he suspects something. Anyway, im unable to concentrate because the oak lining of the yatch is thin and I can hear them fuck.

I hear so clearly. I can even hear his ragged groans as he pounded away inside her cunt. Unwittingly, my cock began to rise. It was interesting to note that I heard not a single sound from her.

I vow to make her scream.

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