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She was even more beautiful like this than she had been dancing, that desperate scared note to her voice, her ass jiggling from the blow. “Oh you’re not going anywhere, Baby Girl,” he said, laughing and taking the time to appreciate his new toy: he ran his hand over her ass, up her quivering back, grabbed a handful of her hair. “What’s your name, Slut?” he asked.
Her teeth grind together as he calls her, baby girl. While she did like that nickname, she didn’t know where she was or who she was with at the moment and she definitely didn’t appreciate him running his hand over her ass. Even though he grabbed her by the hair and it hurt like hell, she doesn’t tell him her name. Thinking that will help her out in the situation.


















