She had long heard stories of the property, how sometimes the sounds of females moaning could be heard within. Regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, strangers who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual torment, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her erotic presence.Continue reading Realty
‘’Hold her hands still, she is going to answer my questions, no matter how long it takes.’’
They worked her pussy over for hours. She would tell them anything they wanted, anything to stop climax after climax being drilled from her tenderness. No matter how much she begged and pleaded that she knew nothing, that they had the wrong person, they were going to keep torturing her with orgasms until she was a broken, whimpering wreck.
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