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Epilogue

The hand pushed my head into the bed, fingers knitting themselves into my long hair. Part of me felt annoyed — I had spent so long getting my thick, unruly hair to be just so and stay in place. I'd lost a whole fistful of bobby pins in it just to keep it together.

But that part of me was silenced as I focused on what was happening behind me.

"Fuck, she's tight," the voice grunted as its owner slammed a cock into me, every thrust drawing a squeal from my red, velvety lips.

"Isn't it just wonderful?" purred another. "You'll have to give me another chance with her soon."

I opened my eye-shadowed lids and looked across the room at Goddess, who was sitting with her stocking-covered legs crossed in a chair in the corner. Her gaze was fixated on me, her golden lingerie seeming to fill the room with light.

"Good girl, Rose," she murmured. "Just like a sissy slut should."

She glanced up at the pair behind me. "She's made for this. Don't be gentle."

"We won't be."