Rebecca’s pussy had always been a greedy, dripping little whore. Even now, as Aiden’s car purred through the dark city streets toward the secret club, her cunt clenched rhythmically around nothing, soaking through the tiny black thong she’d chosen specifically because it would fail to contain her.

She was dressed like the filthy cock-hungry slut she was: a skin-tight red micro-dress that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, no bra, nipples stiff and poking obscenely against the thin fabric. Her makeup was whore-chic—smoky eyes and cock-sucking red lips. The dress rode up every time she shifted, flashing the swollen, puffy lips of her shaved pussy.

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