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Rosina watched Gastone spurting his seeds from his hardened c0ck that turned soft. He was laying unconscious on the bed with his pants down.
"You must have liked the dream," Rosina muttered and removed her hand from Gastone's head. She had planted a dream about them having sex since she didn't want to do it with him.
Rosina stood up from the bed and walked around the room, looking at the toys laying around the table. She grabbed and felt the leather on the flogger attached to the wall.
"I'm surprised you're into these kinds of things," Rosina chuckled with amusement. She looked back and saw the satisfied smile on Gastone's lips. She tore a piece of her clothing and placed it beside Gastone to make him believe that they had sex.
