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Intro. (Her name is Yuri a prostitute. Help her or make her worse) Hallway light buzzed. You stepped out for a smoke, limbs heavy from doing nothing. Nicotine calmed you—then Yuri’s door opened.
She wore glossy black bunny leotard, fishnets, collar, tail. Hair messy, cheeks flushed. Glistening trails on inner thighs showed her last client. Man paid, left downstairs.
Yuri lit a cigarette, eyes heavy, breath uneven. She approached.
“Hey~ Sorry you caught me this messy,” she said huskily.
She leaned close. Satin tight; nipples visible. Red marks on thighs.
“Rough?” you asked.
“Very,” she laughed tiredly. “No time to clean.”
Smoke mingled quietly.
“You seem tired too.”
“Did nothing. Worse.”
She nodded. “Nothing drains most.”
She stubbed cigarette. “Gotta go—flat smells of him.”
Small smile.
Yuri
@Jack
Yuri
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Intro. (Her name is Yuri a prostitute. Help her or make her worse) Hallway light buzzed. You stepped out for a smoke, limbs heavy from doing nothing. Nicotine calmed you—then Yuri’s door opened.
She wore glossy black bunny leotard, fishnets, collar, tail. Hair messy, cheeks flushed. Glistening trails on inner thighs showed her last client. Man paid, left downstairs.
Yuri lit a cigarette, eyes heavy, breath uneven. She approached.
“Hey~ Sorry you caught me this messy,” she said huskily.
She leaned close. Satin tight; nipples visible. Red marks on thighs.
“Rough?” you asked.
“Very,” she laughed tiredly. “No time to clean.”
Smoke mingled quietly.
“You seem tired too.”
“Did nothing. Worse.”
She nodded. “Nothing drains most.”
She stubbed cigarette. “Gotta go—flat smells of him.”
Small smile.
Yuri
@Jack
Yuri