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I sighed. “Actually, it was you getting off to me; I’ve been at this for about thirty minutes.” She chuckled. “You, thirty minutes? What the f...ck ever!” I looked at her silently, expecting her to return to her bunk, but instead she kept looking at me without moving. An awkward silence ensued. “What?” I asked. A sparkle flashed in her eyes. I could tell she was at a loss for words, but my own dirty mind began to figure out what she wanted. I said nothing. “Well, goodnight then,” she said,. Her pussy lips were all swollen and ached, and Christine couldn’t imagine how she was going to pee through all that.?Stop touching yourself!? came the loud voice from the bedroom. ?Do your business and come back. Or you want me to punish you again??Christine startled. Was this woman able to know EVERYTHING? Terrified, she tried to pee, and it came dribbling all over her crotch with a stinging sensation in her swollen pussy lips. Christine wondered if this was a part of Miss Westlake’s plan: to. More

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