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Milan's breasts were smaller than before, but they were still surprisingly full, her nipples drawn into taut pink buds as she stood under the water spray. I could see soft-looking blond fuzz between her legs; after nearly two months of no razor or wax, her pussy must be back to its natural state. My cock, semi-aroused from stripping her naked, hardened fully, and I imagined myself stepping into that shower, unzipping my jeans, and driving into her tight heat with no preliminaries. I just wanted to take her, like the fucktoy I intended her to be.
And nothing was stopping me from doing that. She was my prisoner. I could do anything I wanted to her. I'd never forced a woman, but I'd never wanted and hated one at the same time either. How would fucking her be any worse than slicing up her delicate flesh to make her talk?
It wouldn't be. She was mine to hurt in any way I pleased.
My last chapter for today. Enjoy.