VIXEN VACCINE
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After learning that her younger sister need to be treated due to possible risk of cancer, Farah decided to sell herself to pay the bills.
She was both scared and lost so she decided to take drugs to boost her confidence.
Due to influenced of drugs she didn't realize what happened after she was consumed by her inner desire.
She can't deny the fact that the one time thing didn't happen because her body was so sore that even standing she can't do properly.
Then the realization hit her, she just slept with someone who have boobs and out of the earth dick. She felt her head throbbing, she was wondering if she slept with a one person because having a boobs and a dick coexisting to a person body's doesn't make any sense. She was so scared to look in the sheets to confirm her suspensions so she did what she think logical thing to do, run. She run painfully.
Logan was expecting her girlfriend at that time. After a long years of being together since high school, she decided to step on a bigger things and proposed to her. Her friends throw a prank on her after learning that she was planning to marry her long time girlfriend. Unfortunately her girlfriend didn't show up that time instead of going to their date, she went to a clinic that operates abortion.
She received a text from her cousin and it broke into pieces resulting to consuming bottles alcohol. It is not the first time that her girlfriend did this and all those times she try her best to understand her. But the girl was so scared of Parenthood given the fact that she came from chaotic family.
She was so drunk that the only thing that left her after that night was a faceless vixen that is closed enough to called faceless goddess.
Logan's friends thought she didn't touch the girl because she was too faithful to initiate glances to the girls they met everyday, but all of their assumption's went wrong when they witnessed the aftermath.
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