Alphas Shackled Mate
I wipe my lips with the back of my hand to get rid of the tangy taste that spreads on my tongue.
“My money”, I say and the old man turns towards me with wide red eyes. His teeth rub against each other inside his mouth. Pulling out a couple of bills from his pocket he throws them up in the air.
“Here whore. Maybe you could pay some beast to satisfy your fucked up pussy”, he shouts and walks out with loud footsteps.
I get up from the floor, adjusting the fabric along my pussy, before picking up the bills littered on the floor.
One, two, three…. Twenty nine, Thirty.
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