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It would all be over. Outside the computer room, she could hear what was probably a rapist entering the house. Now was the time to call. But her cunt was so wet. And her brain was so stupid. She couldn't think straight. It would be so much easier to think straight after she had cum. After she had been raped. She giggled happily. A rape would feel so good. It would take her bad thoughts away. Kitten Tits didn't want to be free. Kitten Tits wanted to be treated like the dumb lesbian rapetoy that she was. Her mind made up, Laura got down from her chair, and crawled on all fours out into the living room to offer herself up to be raped. Her tits swung heavily beneath her, leaking milk, and her pussy was sopping wet and drooling, and inside herself, from the moment she stopped thinking about the idea of freedom, she was the happiest little lesbian fuckslut that she had ever been. Robin bit his lip as he stood shivering in the cold, clutching escort his pen and sketch pad close to his chest. 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