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Giant Chest Beauty Designer in Drug-Fueled Violent Game

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She’s a famous designer, all class and sophistication on the surface, but I know the truth. Under that designer suit, she’s a filthy whore who craves nothing but hardcore abuse. When I slipped the drug into her drink at the gallery opening, her eyes glazed over, and she became putty in my hands. I dragged her to the back room, her giant tits bouncing obscenely as she stumbled. Those milk jugs, so full and heavy, were begging for punishment. I slapped them raw, watching her jiggle with each hit, her moans turning into desperate pleas. She was too far gone to resist, just a drooling mess for my pleasure. The violence was raw and primal, her body a canvas for my darkest desires. I used her like the slut she is, pounding into her while she lay there, helpless and lost in the haze. Her designer clothes ripped, her makeup smeared, she was nothing but a fucktoy. The drugs made her compliant, every thrust met with a guttural gasp. I came on her face, painting her like the whore she is, and she just lay there, twitching and spent. This is what she wanted, what she needed—a real man to take control and destroy her. And I did, leaving her broken and used in that cold room.

4 hours ago
Category: Chinese AV

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