When they were done, she was panting. Gladly, she watched as Itzal pulled out just in time before knotting up – which prevented him to impregnate her as well. He squirted somewhere on the floor – she didn’t care and she didn’t know where exactly. She figured she’d find it once she stepped in it, and then clean, clean away! (What she did best, of course.) Rio laid sprawled out on the couch, exasperated and finally fixed her dress for the last time. She nodded silently as Itzal announced that he was going to finish off the elk. Then he went outside and closed the door behind him.
Rio smiled to herself. One down, Harvey to go. She wasn’t sure if her goal was realistic or not, but she liked to think so. She was halfway through her ‘goal’ (being a whore was something not existent to her), and figured why she would stop now? Though, she did feel very satisfied with just having sex with Itzal, so maybe she would drop her goals and leave innocent Harvey alone. He was a gentleman, but he seemed to have a background of something else – and she was determined to find out what it was. Rio was lost in her mind as she stared up at the ceiling. She listened to the sounds Itzal made just outside the front door, but kept her mind on Harvey and kept guessing his past.
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