#{threads:cherry}

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for @bttlesnlights

cherry slowly took her legs and undid them. it was a move stolen straight from the movie basic instinct with a small difference. she wasn't without panties. not yet. she liked the feeling of someone yanking them off of her, ripping them, pushing them to the side, whatever form they wanted it to take. "my husband is out of town and i need someone to show me my place. what do you say?" cherry smiled wide, head in hand, urging the short skirt a little further up. "meet me in the bathroom?"

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@sweetheartofmine based on this

she was all posed up, ready to be devoured. the frills and lace complimented the curvy form but even so, nothing. cherry whimpered as the fleeting form walked past her holding room for another night in a row. whimpered was underselling it. she had grown used to the way the other treated her after stealing her away. each night filled with the ecstasy of being used and filled. over and over. then her cu.mming. god, did she ever. but days and weeks and past and each of those had brought nothing! cherry threw herself off of the bed and into the hallways- as far as the chains would allow. "please stop! wait! please. it's...it's been so long...!"

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@gcdfvcked

"oh. for sure, hilarious." cherry loved a party- loved them. but this halloween festivity was not living up to what she wanted. one of those secret backroom types of parties where masks were needed and everyone was someone or someone's someone. how was it then that she had ended up in conversation after conversation with finance bros and petty women? "if you'll excuse me, going to go get another drink." she took the excuse to stand, the long gown of her classic feminine vampire heavy but fitting for the type of party. heels clicked as she rushed over to the bar and rolled her eyes behind her mask immediately. "damn. is there no one to talk to here?"