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Not to mention there’s women walking around naked or in barely anything they might as well be naked. I’m not judging these women. This is their chosen profession because every woman here auditions to work in both the burlesque and brothel. Yes, the brothel is totally illegal, but that doesn't mean these women are forced to be here. If this is what they want to do then so be it. I can’t deny that it’s not a little erotic to watch this, but I’m a virgin and this just makes me want to have sex even more. Let’s not mention the fact that I’ve probably downed an entire bottle of champagne myself trying to ease my nerves.

The cameras captured everything in excruciating detail — the way both pussies and asses gaped after being stretched, the thick creamy froth coating every cock, the rivers of cum and squirt leaking onto the floor. Sophia and Aurora held hands tightly, screaming and cumming together as the men flooded their wombs and guts with load after heavy load. When they finally pulled out, both sisters’ holes gaped obscenely, twitching and leaking thick white waterfalls of cum. They were forced to crawl to the main camera, faces pressed together, cum dripping from their chins and leaking from every hole. Sophia spoke first, voice completely destroyed: “We are Kane whores… we exist to be used and watched.

Damon trails after me when I leave. We step into the next room. Jace is already there. He’s standing behind a petite Asian woman, both hands cupping her bréasts as she watches the bed. A thin blonde girl is sprawled across the mattress, two men working their way into her. One lies beneath her, cóck buried in her pússy. Another kneels at her ass, pressing in with a thick shaft. She jerks a third guy off while moaning. At the foot of the bed, two women are locked in a sixty-nine. The one on the bottom is gripping thighs, moaning against the top girl’s séx. Her body starts to tremble. She’s close.

The booth to the right and the left were unoccupied, but the light from our screen illuminated the shapes of chairs in the other booths. On the screen two men and a woman were having sex. The woman, on her knees was alternating sucking each of the guys while she played with her own breasts. Sandy switched the channel. “I just love channel surfing,” The first picture was replaced by a couple watching a man and a woman make love.

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