My Sex Scandal: Once a Virgin, Now a Slut

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sheets, my limbs heavy from

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in my stomach, I decided to freshen up.

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ront desk. The hotel lobby was quiet, save for the h

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bandon and lea

m, various questions r

this while just to have sex with me, and

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eyes fell on the now painfully obvious truth-his

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with shaking hand

he chirped. "Now, spil

s gone. He's nowhere to be seen,"