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Ambrosia wakes to find herself in a strang room. Last thing she remembers was walking home from work and now she's bound at the ankles and wrists behind her back. Little does she know she has a stalker. The man enters the room and ambrosia toys to plead with the man but instead if tak8ng her on he swiftly clamps his hand over her mouth and produces a handkerchief from his pocket. He stuffs the hanky deep into ambrosia mouth and then pulls out a pair of her stocking which he stole from her house when she wasn't in. He tightly pulls the tights around her moth, holding in the white wad of clot...
Ambrosia wakes to find herself in a strang room. Last thing she remembers was walking home from work and now she's bound at the ankles and wrists behind her back. Little does she know she has a stalker. The man enters the room and ambrosia toys to plead with the man but instead if tak8ng her on he swiftly clamps his hand over her mouth and produces a handkerchief from his pocket. He stuffs the hanky deep into ambrosia mouth and then pulls out a pair of her stocking which he stole from her house when she wasn't in. He tightly pulls the tights around her moth, holding in the white wad of clot...
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