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Her wrists strain against ropes tied high to the window frame, cords biting red lines into skin, arms stretched taut, tingers clawing at empty air.
Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. âTry to relax, okay? Iâm just going to start by indexing your memories.
When Daddy finds his sweet little girlfriendâs secret THC vape hidden behind an innocent puppy sticker, he decides to teach her a lesson sheâll never forget. What starts as stern punishment quickly melts into something much filthier. A very good, very stupid little doggy who ends up drooling, collared, and begging for her real treats.
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