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The party peaks around her, but Sia slips away to catch her breath. A cold hand snakes up her crimson gown, and she freezes—too dark, too crowded to find the owner. Her legs are cuffed. Her scream dies in the music as her hands are pinned behind her.
I sink onto the desk's edge, the bass thudding through my bones as I finally catch my breath, watching the dance floor blur into a mass of bodies. Then a cold hand snakes up my thigh, under my gown, a
The stranger fucks her brutally with his cock not stopping as much as she does not wantbhim to