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Trying hard not being a slut.
Tomorrow she would marry. Esme still couldn’t believe it herself. She had found a loyal and loving man, who was willing to ignore any silly, unproven rumors about her past, even if they came with plenty of close-up pictures and HD videos. Some videos had even landed on those “girlfriend websites,” and people were paying to watch them. Not her soon-to-be husband. "All fake and AI," he used to say. That's why she loved him so much. And as a thank you, she would often either give him a blowjob or let him fuck her ass. Truth is, her cunt was stretched beyond repair, and his rather little penis might not even feel the walls of her wide hangar, where everybody had already parked before.
Tomorrow she would marry. Esme still couldn’t believe it herself. She had found a loyal and loving man, who was willing to ignore any silly, unproven rumors about her past, even if they came with plenty of close-up pictures and HD videos. Some videos had even landed on those “girlfriend websites,” and people were paying to watch them. Not her soon-to-be husband. "All fake and AI," he used to say. That's why she loved him so much. And as a thank you, she would often either give him a blowjob or let him fuck her ass. Truth is, her cunt was stretched beyond repair, and his rather little penis might not even feel the walls of her wide hangar, where everybody had already parked before.
But she was no slut.
