That evening, the VIP room was dimly lit by a single lamp. Peter Hale was restless, his muscular body tense under the sheets. His cock had been aching since the morning tease, and the guilt from seeing his family photo only made the forbidden hunger worse.
The door opened softly. Stiles slipped inside, locking it behind her with a wicked smile. Her slutty nurse uniform was even more disheveled than before — the top stretched obscenely over her massive tits, nipples hard and visible, and the tiny skirt barely covering anything.




















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