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WARMTH OF FAREWELL
Polly felt so full and the tingling pain inside, like his stomach was shredded to pieces.
Because none of his personal bodyguards use a condom and just jerk everything inside.
Even his mouth gone numb and his throat swelling, pushing him to his limit and coming to his face like a decoration.
Not to mention his skin was covered with red marks, and scratches.
Leaving dark bruises over his shoulder blades to his arms to his waist and thighs from their tight grips.
His ass all red from their harsh banging and spanking, his intestine felt like been smashed by a hammer.
His breathing also staggering, good thing his still alive after that wave, a one hundred fifteen-year-old body was brutally ransacked.
He couldn't help a tear fell from his eyes, though he suppressed it already, not to cry, he need not be weak, soon he will be free from here.
