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Pillow Hug

Oethrus rolled to the side, sighing, as she was unable to sleep.

Her body felt hot and wet, restless, something swelling in her tummy.

Fox’s blonde head was filled with the memories of the day, forced to entertain the cruel master.

He was holding the gold cross, its strings connected to the golden shackles on the fallen angel.

It was making her body move on its own, obeying whoever held the cursed object.

The horrible wielder made her do unspeakable acts, like shaking her giant tits or big ass or touching herself in inappropriate places, such as her hard nipples or wet pussy.

She was doing that while blushing red and trying to resist it, but to no avail.

Day in and out she was entertaining him like a harlot until he got tired of bored.

Now she was resting in her bed, or at least trying to.

Her sensitive spots throbbed, sore from the constant touching and rubbing.

Oethrus wanted to touch them but knew it was unthinkable.

The fallen angel wanted to stay pure, to save the little dignity she had left.

She took a deep breath, trying to ignore her hot and sweaty body.

The more she ignored it, the more her body wailed at her mind.

Unable to lie still, the fox girl changed position, hugging the pillow.

Wrapping her arms and legs around the cushion, her wet crotch touched the soft fabric.

Her lower body jumped, feeling her erect, sensitive clitoris rubbing against it.

Intensively breathing, clenching her eyes, Oethrus just could not hold herself anymore.

Rolling her hips, the fallen angel cooed quietly, shivers running up her spine.

Continuing to rub herself off, Oethrus hoped that no one will notice her sharp gasps and moans…

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