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... ress. Short skirt. White apron. Thigh-high stockings that hugged her aged but surprisingly toned legs.
Her foot was planted directly on the boy’s crotch. Pressing down. Grinding.
"Master~" she cooed, face flushed with genuine pleasure. "Is this helping reduce your pain?"
The boy was crying.
Actually crying. Tears streaming down his face. Body trembling.
She noticed.
"Oh my. Still hurting?"
She reached beside her.
Jax’s eyes followed ...
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