The Stripper
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Mar 25, 2016
I'm a girl who entertain s men with my body. But I do it because I was forced.
I can't stop doing it because my dad goes there every night to watch me.
I want to stop but if I do...I die.
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