Debauchery Square
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The Cum Right Inn
The forbidden fruit. The hole that decent girls won’t take a cock inside. But me? For twenty bucks, any man can bury his tool inside me for ten minutes.
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The Blowjob Queen
Me? A Queen? My blowjob punters visited almost an hour apart, and at twenty bucks a shot, a three-hour shift would barely pay my room rent.
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A red light is too far for me
Bianca gripped my arm tightly as we walked past the burly, handsome, yet mildly curmudgeonly cop guarding the entrance to Debauchery Square.
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Dragon’s Club
I’d become a regular at the Dragon Club. High-class working girls, rich guys, libertines, and other assorted decadents from Debauchery Square.
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My lips — the gateway to your pleasure
I was here to visit the Debauchery Square gloryhole. An emerald green painted door on a red brick building, I rapped hard with my knuckle…
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Keep walking — I’m in ecstasy
Hubby handwritten sign on the floor reminded me how forbidden our sex was, even here, in the public convenience of Debauchery Square…