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Dating secrets for fighters

The hard cover is worn and faded from years of handling, its pages beyond yellowed, a sickly brown.

Her tall, bespectacled boyfriend begins striking her back and rear end with a cat-o-nine-tails dungeon whip.

With witnesses moving through the space she screams pleasurably, then moans while her companion vigorously fingers her.

“I still don’t have a house, I don’t earn a salary,” says Tyamzashe. I just survive.” As the light fades, the men stand to say their goodbyes.