WASTED

1033 Words

I fully entered the VIP area. The sight was horror. No wonder they had a lot of privacy here. They were f*****g the girls, and there was Kendrick f*****g a stripper who was riding his d**k. "Ah, mmh baby fuckk!" she moaned out. He was underneath, moaning and smacking her ass as she rode him, holding her hair up. The other girls were involved in one s****l activity or the other, and they were all shameless. They didn’t care. I was watching them. I spotted an empty seat next to two strippers who were giving a man a blowjob. He was hitting their faces with his d**k; they were on their knees in front of him with their mouths open like they needed his d**k badly. I don’t know anything about investigating. How am I going to catch the person that is trafficking girls? I sat on the empty chair,

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