Some Random Smut Collection(R18+)

When Hinata found out she was to be traveling with pervy old Jiraiya, she really thought worse of the situation than what it ended up being. Together, they were dispatched to Kumogakure to negotiate trade matters, and Hinata was surprised that Jiraiya chose her to be the one to accompany him and not his student, Naruto. She tried not to think anything of how weird it was, and simply tried to settle her restless thoughts as she accompanied him down the trail, worried that he had some perverse reason for wanting her with him, while also believing she was absolutely not the sort of girl who was going to attract that sort of undue and untoward attention, right?

Her fears were assuaged once they actually got to the road and Hinata was relieved to find that Jiraiya wasn't doing anything to her. He kept his hands and his eyes politely to themselves, and they made it through the first day and a half without incident. Maybe the rumours about the old man's perverted side were overblown. Maybe it wasn't anything to be worried about at all, and she just had to roll with the surprisingly good natured man who didn't do much to cause her any trouble.

As they settled into an inn for the night, Hinata felt that continued confidence and safety, not worried about anything coming to trouble her, up until Jiraiya came back holding only one key. "There's only one room available," he said. "Hope that's not a problem."

It was a problem, but Hinata didn't let the burn in her cheeks from getting in the way of things. This was fine. She came to trust Jiraiya enough by now, and was sure it would be okay. "What will we do?"

"We can figure it out." Jiraiya didn't make any pervy comment about sharing the bed, didn't give her any reason to worry about it still, which kept her comfortable enough in this situation. It was the response she needed, and as he led her to the room, she felt like there was a solution that they'd fine. It would all be okay, and she'd be able to address this all. They'd sort it out and everything would be fine again, right? They headed to the room, and she felt confident enough in the situation that she didn't think much of walking into the room with him, stepping in behind Jiraiya and looking around.

The bed was exactly what she feared: a couple's bed. No room for them to spread out, no room for anything but very intimate sleep together if two people were to sleep on it at once. Hinata looked around in hopes of finding a couch or finding even a chair; it was only for one night, she didn't mind having to sleep somewhere else if she had to. "What are we going to do?" she asked, meeker this time, surprised by how weird and shocking this situation all was, but needing to do something to try and figure it out. She looked to Jiraiya again for guidance.

Only to catch Jiraiya reaching up her sleeve. He pushed forward with his hand and pressed something against her, and she felt wet ink on parchment press against her skin, gasping in shock as a seal was laid down onto her, hidden under her heavy jacket. She didn't know what, and as she tried to pull away and recoil in shock, the burning came quickly, a warmth rushing up her arm and through her body, one that made her stumble back.

"What are you doing?" she shouted, eyes widening as she stared up at him in very hopeless confusion, trying to make sense now of the ways he began to impose his will upon her, and he was all too happy to watch her wriggle and stumble about, trying to get up to her feet, but her legs gave out. "Jiraiya?"

"I have a new seal I wanted to try out." He stood over her with a smirk. 'You're a pretty girl, and I see the way you look at my student, but I don't think he's mature enough to handle girl with what you have."

Hinata's head felt delirious, swampy and confused and filled with so many thoughts she didn't really understand, and as she tried to figure them out, things only got weirder for her. The warmth turned to heat and she tried to make sense of a creeping sensation rising up from within, but she didn't understand what she was doing or how she wanted to open up to it, she just understood that she was slowly sinking into a weird satisfaction that didn't need to be contained. It felt sudden, felt strange, and she was oddly ready to be lit up by its possibilities, by the strange thrills demanding her subservience. She tried to speak, tried to think about how to handle it, but Jiraiya's words all ran together in her head and a hazy panic consumed her fully, kept her aimless and foggy as she looked around, trying to sort out where she was and where everything was in relation to her.

Focus did come back to Hinata, but only when Jiraiya's pants came down and his meaty cock was suddenly pointed right at her face.

Everything else still felt like a blur, but as she stared forward, Hinata found that Jiraiya's cock was blatantly presented to her, standing proud and ready, twitching in excitement as it offered itself up to her, and Hinata didn't understand how to deal with the pressures that ensued, but she found herself inching slowly forward, consumed by a strangely rapturous sense of acceptance and desire. Her mouth opened, and she wasn't even thinking about it as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suck. Pushing deep forward, she eased down his shaft, then pulled back with delight, moaning around him. For some reason, he tasted amazing, and she felt like she just had to accept all of the pleasures that his body offered her, all the strange passions that she--

Wait. NO. This was wrong. Hurtling back, Hinata pulled from his cock, gasping out, "What are you doing?" despite having been the one sucking the cock in the first place. Confusions throbbed through her body, but she could tell something here was very wrong and that she needed to pull out from this weird downward momentum. "This isn't--"

"My seal is awakening your deepest lusts," Jiraiya explained. "Don't fight it. It'll feel good. Just let me take you." He pushed forward, greedily advancing on Hinata, pushing his cock back toward her lips, which parted again for him. This time, he was the one to push forward, to sink her down onto his cock with a careful gesture and begin his shameless indulgence of a body suddenly powerless to deal with him and all of his worst advances. There was no resistance this time, no gesture of sense or control, allowing Jiraiya's strokes into her mouth to begin pushing her into strange new territory and into a frontier of pleasure she didn't have the slightest hope of containing.

Confused but accepting, Hinata continued to suck down Jiraiya's cock, feeling the haze continue to demand from her something confusing and frustrating, a weird mess of desires and frustrations pulling her ever deeper down, and she didn't really understand how to contain it, but she understood that she wanted more. She began to undo the zipper on her jacket, feeling like she was heating up under these pressures, and she still didn't understand how to make sense of it, but she was letting the pleasure take her further, letting this older man fuck her mouth.

Jiraiya threaded his fingers into Hinata's hair for stability and leverage, using it to pull her in tighter while his continued efforts to use her mouth came on with increasing weight and strangeness. "You feel good," he told her, happily pumping into her mouth, using her without restraint or calm as the pleasures rose steadily up and he felt the deepening appreciation for this moment take him. He was out for something vengeful and harsh, a wicked mess of passions that didn't feel particularly restrained or careful. He didn't care, wanting it badly enough that he just had to use her, throwing everything he had into the wickedness of his lusts. There felt like no reason to contain himself, no restraint to the way he took great delight in having his way with her, and he was prepared to make the most of it.

Pulling back abruptly, Jiraiya commanded, "Moan my name."

"Jiraiya," she replied with heat wavering in her voice. She didn't hesitate to, her response instant and accepting, which let Jiraiya know everything he needed to know.

Confidently, he shoved back into her mouth, this time pushing down into her throat. The pleasure was immense, and it had a very singular thrill to push it forward: the seal didn't only make her feel lust, but also induced a primal, hypnotic desire to obey his every command. Jiraiya held control over the situation, held a complete dominance that he was happy to use to his benefit in pounding forward, plundering at her mouth for his own pleasure. The cute kunoichi was ripe for the taking, powerless against his brutality and in a position of hopelessness where he felt only the ferocious joy of making her his. She didn't have the strength to resist him, and Jiraiya was free to use her harder, deeper, to appreciate the hopeless panic and helplessness with which he had her under his touch. She didn't have a prayer of handling him, and he felt prepared to make the most of this all.

The obedient, hazy surrender with which Hinata gave in to this all became a stranger mess of fascinated heat, a pleasure she kept craving more and more, feeling the fierce demands all pulling her into a deeper state of heat and worry. There was no good way to contend with these foggy pressures, but the pleasure kept building. She slid her jacket off of her shoulders as she continued these sloppy appreciations, wishing she had focus in her head while failing miserably to contain these relentless pleasures. Deeper she fell and deeper she sucked, hopelessly incapable of contend with these emotions, but she needed them, spiraling deeper in and savouring the sloppy fire of passions coming in with increasing delirium and greed, hungers that simply could not be contained now.

She kept sucking, slobbering the cock down, struggling in the wild confusion and drunken passion of trying her best to contain this all, and there felt like no good sense to be had here. She just kept going, and the pleasure began to take her, a steady consumption of passion bringing her into a state of acceptance and hunger where everything just felt right. This was a lot, but she felt so ready for these feelings and so greedily prepared to give in that it all just took her, sinking her down into a wondrous acceptance and a submission much too foggy to deal with. It made her feel good, made her head spin with fascination for what she was doing.

Just when she thought it was mad enough already, he yanked her hair down hard and forced his way into her throat with a savage stroke. Hinata's eyes bulged out as she took him on, as she felt the panic brew and her body struggle. She had no hope of dealing with this now, feeling the panic erupt with less preparation than she could believe, but she was giving in to it all, choking the cock down and gagging on him, her eyes watering under a pressure that built quickly. Hinata didn't know why she was letting this happen, but her pussy throbbed with such excitement as she let him take her, and her thoughts simply stopped processing anything else. It felt good. Felt perfect. She let this happen. She wanted it.

With a satisfied grunt and a slam forward, Jiraiya came down her throat. Hinata choked on his cum, struggling and sputtering as she felt the flood of hot spunk pump its way down, and she didn't feel capable of processing this all, but she felt better, felt the delirious joys continue to take her down, and she didn't care about how insane this was or how much she needed to focus and stop this. It all simply consumed her, and she embraced the joy and the heat. The taste of his cum should not have excited Hinata in the way it did, but she felt dizzy and hopeless and ready to simply accept everything about this madness for what it was.

Hinata still didn't understand any of this, but as Jiraiya's cock pulled out of her mouth and she looked up at him with hopeless, needy eyes, she felt compeltely smitten and fixated, a needy wreck wanting to make some sort of sense of these passions while absolutely being out of her mind. "I don't know what's happening," she whined.

Jiraiya advanced on her some more, pulling Hinata's top slowly up over her ample chest to free her tits. "Then just let it happen," he said, pushing boldly forward and grabbing hold of her tits.

With a shocked gasp, Hinata accepted it, staring up at Jiraiya with continued indecision and confusion, but she let him have her, let him grope and toy with her breasts while she knelt there, his cum and her spit dripping from her lip. "I'm so turned on," she whimpered, confusion burning up hotter inside her. She didn't know how to deal with it, but she felt like she had to take it, continued acceptance leaving her to accept it. "Your hands are so strong, Jiraiya." Her body pitched and shivered, the heat flaring up inside her again, and Hinata couldn't ignore the ways that she was giving up to something grand and spectacular, rushes of direct passion imposing upon her something fixated. She didn't feel capable of arguing against this, growing more wanton and terrified of just how hopelessly the pleasures were building up inside her.

Even just being groped made Hinata feel good, made her head dizzy, made a hopeless sense of fascination demand that she give in. Succumbing this hard wasn't something she should have been doing, but she felt lost now, powerless, letting the pleasure consume her harder as she stared at Jiraiya's cock, mostly hard and dangling there glistening in her spit. She didn't understand how to deal with how hot she felt and how much these pleasures were threatening to be too much for her, but she felt like she just had to accept it, had to lean into these frustrations.

"Spread them out," he told her, taking his hands off her, and without thinking, Hinata grabbed her tits and spread them apart, letting him park his thick cock right into her cleavage. She wrapped back around it in turn, and with a steady, burning excitement, Jiraiya began to thrust forward, burning with a hunger and a direct need to make her give him everything he wanted. There was no sense or control to it, just the fire and frustration of a pleasure that didn't feel sane now. It was senseless, it was forward, and it was a kind of chaos she just had to take. There was no good way to deal with it all now, just a burning forward momentum stripped of reason. "Now squeeze them in around it."

There was no warning or sense to this sudden push forward. Things simply happened, hitting with insistence and a strength that she had no patience or time to make sense of. Before she understood any of what was happening, Hinata was offering up a titfuck to Jiraiya, wondering how she'd fallen this far while toying with her nipples, the sensations almost electrifying and her thoughts swaying with increasing vigor through the haze. She didn't feel like she could make sense of these emotions now, didn't care about trying to contain the burning thrills sweeping up through a body egging for nay touch at all now, struggling to contend with the bizarre fascinations he was able to inspire within her.

With steady strokes into her cleavage, Jiraiya relished in the chaos and the satisfaction, out to use Hinata's gorgeous tits for his own sinful delight, keeping her stuck in a frustrating position where she couldn't do anything to contend with how forceful he was, how readily he fucked her. He studied the toll it took on her and the ways that she knelt there in submission, glassy-eyed and hungry, with pleasure bubbling up through her and pulling Hinata deeper and deeper into the sort of twisted fascination that she was in no way prepared to deal with. "Your breasts are so nice, and they look perfect wrapped around my cock."

Staring down at her chest, Hinata put serious thought into whether or not that was true, and she found herself unable to disagree. It was weird to consider, weird to sink deeper into, but every passing second felt like a push into the strange acceptance of pleasures that kept her falling deeper, to keep her spiraling ever deeper and lower. There was no good way to handle these pleasures, but with each passing second of frustration and delirium, she felt like she was giving up hotter, happier, letting these pleasures take a grander toll on her. "It does," she whined, biting her lip and looking back up at Jiraiya, dizzily struggling under a foggy mess of pleasures and passions that didn't leave him much time to think clearly. Something brewed insider of her. Something wicked and hot and confused, but she had no choice but to take it.

With steady thrusts pumping forward and no restraint behind his worst efforts, Jiraiya kept indulging in the younger woman's body, her breasts forming a pillowy embrace around his cock that Jiraiya couldn't possibly get enough of. With each thrust forward, he savoured the sight of Hinata in a state of confused crisis, clearly struggling with the pleasures taking her, wishing she could process all the feelings and frustrations taking hold of her, but the searing pressures left her without much clarity or sense, just a deepening throb within her body that she felt less and less prepared to deal with. Hinata was wavering, the fascination and frustration of the position she was in, one of surrender and submission to these passions, became something that didn't feel sane in the least to the helpless wreck trying to take care of her thoughts.

The taste of his cock lingered in Hinata's mouth, and as she stared down at the dick indulging in her breasts, the warmth continued to take her, inducing a need between her legs, a want to have him inside of her in other ways, and she felt lost to a growing spectacle of pure insanity. She didn't understand it and didn't know how to contain these emotions, but the pleasure got to her harder and messier, pulling her further down into a state of wanton heat, a panicked bliss that didn't let up, and she felt like she just had to accept what was consuming her, had to give in to the idea that what she needed was right here and driving her mad. Her crush on Naruto felt like a distant thought, an aimless, distant reality that didn't have any bearing on the immediacy of how badly she needed to give in to this.

Every thrust into her cleavage was another chance for Jiraiya to relish in the chaos and the frustration, to keep pounding away at her luscious tits. If his seal could work this well on Hinata, he could only imagine which other women from the village he could ensnare and force into submission like this. The possibilities seemed endless before him now, an opportunity to keep up with passions and aggressions that left no time for sense, no restraint. Only the chance to fall further and further away from normalcy, and with every motion forward of his hips, he was ready. He pushed closer to the edge, wasting no time in working his cock into her cleavage harder, hastier, with the singular goal of erupting and testing out how far he could make her fall.

With a few final strokes and groans, and one last grunt of pure excitement, Jiraiya came all over Hinata's tits, shooting messy shots of hot, thick spunk that splattered up onto her chin and then landed down onto her chest, leaving Hinata to shiver and squirm in surprise under the wild excitement of what he left her covered in. There was little warning for it, and Hinata felt dizzy and worn down as she stared down at her chest and the mess he'd made of her, but she couldn't exactly complain about it. She whimpered, biting her lip and looking back up at him, eyes wide and fascinated.

She tried to think of what to say and how to express these feelings, tried to consider her options while squirming and shuddering her way through temptation and confusion, all before finally spitting out, "Can you fuck me?" She felt aimless and baffled here, wanting so badly to quell the burning between her legs, and she felt like only Jiraiya fucking her could soothe it. This was a specific sort of madness, a strange rush of pleasures and worries that weren't getting any simpler.

That was everything Jiraiya wanted to hear, and without warning, he grabbed hold of her and dragged Hinata onto the bed. "Strip," he told her, and his command hit her deep, made her begin to peel the clothes off of her body in a frantic fit of acceptance and submission, expressing the dizzy pleasures and passion that rapidly became all Hinata could process. Her clothes all came off, and Jiraiya stepped onto the bed, his big dick in hand, and came down from above, sinking onto her and sinking into her. "This will make you feel better."

The feeling of Jiraiya's cock stuffing into her pussy for the first time was an immediate rush of pleasures and passions that came on with downright erratic spectacle. The ecstasy left no time for Hinata to make sense of it; everything simply happened, coming on with strange pressures and a molten panic that immediately induced pure terror inside of her. She didn't have any good way to prepare herself for it; it all happened, made her head spin anther arms wrap around him. "It feels so good!" she shrieked, unable to deny how satisfying it was to feel that amazing cock inside of her now. She craved this, jerking back and forth with wild motions expressing her continued panic.

The depraved wickedness of robbing a girl of control of herself so he could turn her into a submissive slut was definitely something that should have bothered or held back Jiraiya more than it did, but he found himself in a position of ravenous, reckless glee, a greed spiraling through him harder, forcing him on with deepening thrills, craving the pleasure with which he made her fall into this mess of spectacle and frustration. He was in control now, working at her worries and unraveling her at the seams. "You feel good," Jiraiya groaned, forcing his way deeper into her, feeding inch after inch into a pussy clearly inexperienced and unprepared for the attentions he paid it, but that only made him feel better, made it more exciting to pound on faster and steadier, thrusting deeper into a hole begging for his attention.

"I love it!" she gasped. Hinata felt no mental resistance or friction to the idea of giving in to this, pleasures simply pulling her deeper in, making her head spin with throbbing fascination and a delirious craving for whatever he could give her. "Please, keep going." The heat raging in her was too great. Any decency or restraint melted away in a fit of fascination growing bolder and stranger, her body simply accepting that everything she craved was right before her, frantic sweeps of desperate fascination keeping her moving, keeping her body jerking back and forth. Only one thought occupied her mind now, only one thing existed within her. It was a need for more, a ravenous love of the cock presently pounding down into her.

Jiraiya fucked like an uncaged animal. Finding out the seal worked induced a lot of emotions and pressures inside of him, and the only way to express them was to go all out in a blistering, unrelenting spree of pure aggression. The idea that this worked and that he held power in his hands now kept him relentless, moving faster and harder on with no restraint or control, simply pursuing the relentless pleasure that came with this. This was a successful run, and that only further excited him, putting to mind the pleasures and possibilities that yet awaited him if he kept going with this, if he indulged deeper into the possibilities and the wicked thrills. 

The deep strokes into her pussy wouldn't let up, Hinata's snug hole squeezing down tighter around Jiraiya's cock in hopeless surrender to these pleasures, needing to give up to all these feelings and needing to be conquered utterly by his amazing cock. That was all she had the mental faculties to understand in this state now, moaning louder under the attention and the debaucherous thrill of falling deeper, needing this more than she could bear. Her breasts heaved up and down as her body took these thrusts, bouncing away with the cum clinging to them through the wild motions. She felt completely lost to these feelings, needing to be taken deeper, craving what these feelings offered and not caring about trying to resist any of it.

The very singular fascination gripping her kept Hinata deep under, staring up at Jiraiya as his cock unlocked pleasures inside of her that she'd never experienced before. That was enough to burn away just about every thought left in her head, to hook her in with a twisted fascination and hunger that rocked er to her very core. Louder she moaned under the delirious spiral of giving up to his touch, wanting only to succumb to the madness taking hold of her, and she didn't care about resisting it, didn't try to avoid the pleasures burning her to her very core, she only knew that this was making her feel a kind of good she wanted more of.

With all the leverage and power and aggression pushing him forward, Jiraiya made sure he left a steep mark on Hinata. His hands got all over her tits while he fucked her into the mattress, groaning his way through the steadily building chaos that followed. He was ready, prepared to go all out and to throw himself into the messy pleasures that hit him harder, the passions and pleasures demanding the fascination that he craved most. It was too much, and with a hungry rush of burning bliss, he let it go. "Take it!" he groaned, slamming down one last time into her and ultimately erupting hard into her, filling her up with his cum and sending her into a shrieking fit of passion and fascination. Ecstasy seared through Hinata, making her feel the pleasure and the fascination of a desire that didnt' seem normal any longer, but she felt ready for something beautiful.

The writhing, wriggling pleasure pulled Hinata into a state of mad fascination, and she felt compeltely hopeless, ready to give in fully and ready to let herself unravel. Her legs trembled, arms clutching around him, and she felt completely lost and hopeless, needy and hungry and lost to a passion she couldn't fathom. The pleasure was unreal, and it brought Hinata into a pleasure beyond reason, a senseless chaos that she needed, craved, and loved every second of. It was everything to her, a mess of irresistible fascination, pleasures coming on with less and less sense, the chaotic mercy coming with strangeness and fascination. Hinata fell just a bit deeper, delirious and hopeless and lost to the pleasures that confused utterly.

Pulling slowly out of Hinata's pussy, Jiraiya didn't waste any time in seeking more. "You're my plaything now," he told her, grabbing hold of her body and pulling her into a different position, rolling her over and getting her onto her hands and knees.

"I am, I am." Fully brainwashed now and cross-eyed, Hinata was a mess. "I love your cock. I love it so badly." She needed this, a heaving, trembling passion making for something completely blissful. There was no thought left in her as she got into her hands and knees, raising her ass up for him. Her round, plush rear wiggled enticingly before him, and the pleasure became something merciless, chaotic, a rush of fascinated pleasure that didn't let up. She felt fixated, hopeless, a sickened rush of fire and heat burning through her hotter and she was ready to simply come apart, to break down with an ecstasy and a fire she couldn't handle.

Slamming back into her again, the pleasure and heat became a pure mess of ferocity and hunger. There was no restraint here, a passion and hunger that felt utterly incredible, bringing pleasures into a state that didn't feel sensible. He gripped her hair and yanked it back, inducing a mad moan that came on strong, a ferocious rush of fascination and hunger that she couldn't be without now. There wasn't any desire or sense to this, and she was fascinated, needy, burning with a heat and a fire that didn't leave her any time to think or control herself. There was only need here, and Hinata's submission felt absolute, her hips pressing back to meet his cock and every gesture she offered proving a sense of wanton fascination.

Jiraiya may have been up in years, but he could still fuck like a young man, and he threw his worst efforts into trying to ravage the poor mess of a girl he had in this bed. It creaked under the pressure of what they did in it, but his senseless, feverish efforts rewarded him with a sense of relentless excitement, raw delight and fascination carrying him harder forward, needing to throw himself into this without any real composure or restraint. The pleasure simply built, swelling hotter through him while he used Hinata for his own twisted indulgence, finding that the pleasures pulling him in were only getting better and better as he le it all go. No control, no mercy, only the relentless chaos and heat of making her his.

Deeper strokes wore harder at the patience of the poor girl trying to contend with this all. Jiraiya's every thrust whittled away at Hinata's composure until she was doing little more than babbling her way through this, her coherent replies simply single words. "More." "Yes." "Please." She wasn't able to contain herself, but the pleasures burning a hole through her kept her eager and hot, lit up by the passions that kept her animated and dizzy, needing only to continue sinking into beautiful, smouldering ruin. It didn't make any sense to her now, btu she didn't need it to. With every motion back and forth of her needy hips, Hinata fed into this, every thought of the boy she liked lost to a senseless need to be dominated and used and fucked into chaotic delirium, and she was happy to abandon any semblance of restraint for this, moaning her way into the collapse of any semblance of reason.

"With that seal, you'll listen to me from now on, and when we get back to Konoha, I want you to keep coming and tending to me," Jiraiya explained, and Hinata's erratic moans of approval told him all he needed to hear. He was in control now, an absolute dominance of the moment and of any moment of sense, and with everything tearing through her, Hinata gave up deeper, loving every second of these passions and allowing them to take her to the limit. She felt the erratic sweeps of chaos and hunger pulling her into a state of mad satisfaction, and she just could not care about holding herself back any longer. This was fascination and fire in a passion that felt like an unreal mess of fascination, an obedience and a fire that just had to be succumbed to.

"I'm yours!" Hinata shrieked, managing a two-word expression of fire and heat, madness demanding that she succumb utterly. The pleasure was incredible, a mad fascination that didn't feel like it could be stopped, and the pleasure came on with little sense. The climax ripped suddenly through her, bringing on rushes of senseless fire and bliss, a fascination that she just had to accept as the pleasure taking her. Wild, erratic moans filled the air, and she felt crushed by a fascination and a hopelessness that she wanted only more of, trembling through the sick delight of coming to the end of her sense and feeling the limits of all reason be tested. "Cum in me!"

The hysterical needs that Hinata expressed were music to Jiraiya's ears, and without hesitation, he slammed forward, holding her down against the bed as her limbs collapsed and she flopped face-down into the sheets. He creampied his new prone sex toy as she wriggled under him, a delirious mess so hopeless and fixated that he knew she was locked down permanently, that she was his. His fingers caressed along the seal he'd placed on her arm. It was a good thing she liked to wear her heavy coat; it would keep the mark away from prying eyes, and keep her ample chest buried away for only his enjoyment.

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