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Sister Dee loves her new scorpion but Emily is not really much of a lover. It’s faux leather, like a whip, running like a dragon tail to a leather tongue that was thicker. It’s an tool which has Emily yelling at the very top of her lungs and frequently. The pain isn’t something she loves, but if taking it signifies making SD happy she is willing. For SD her shouts are almost as much pleasure. Having a young, pretty girl yelling on her floor, begging for mercy, will be the high point of every evening.
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