Back Room

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He opened the last door.

It was a deep bloody redwood with a handle half hanging. He paused, reflecting on how far he had come.

When he was ready, he twisted the handle and the door gave way.

He gasped. She was beautiful.

Bright blonde hair. Long legs. Three rockin’ tits.

She was awesome.

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