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I needed my stuff delivered, and this alt-girl courier showed up. One look at her punk style and I was ready to rock. No cash? No problem. I pulled her in, tossed her on the bed, and didn’t waste a second. Clothes flying, lips locked. She took it hard and raw, just how we liked it. The wildness took over; grunts and moans filled the air while she begged for more. This wasn’t just business; it was a dirty deal in the heat of the moment. And I made damn sure she knew who was in charge.
