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CHAPTER 2
Zayne took a step closer to Cherry, holding one of her smaller bags. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" he asked. She could think of a million things. One would be to stick his cock in her virgin holes and split her open with his fat cock. He was thinking the same.
He handed her her bag. She touched his hand as she took the bag from him and blushes. "You might prefer to change for dinner. Eating on a ship tends to get messy. We wouldn't want you to spoil your dress." he grinned. She looked up at him towering above her, "But then who will I show my pretty dress to?" She batted her eyelashes sweetly and innocently.
He smiled a naughty smile. "You can show me." he quietly responded. She paused and then spun for him, holding her skirt in her hands. He inhales, catching a glimpse of her bloomers and stocking clad thighs. He smiles, "Lovely."
Cherry stops and stares at Zayne. "Might you join me for dinner?" she asks. He smiles, "It would be an honor." He bows his head. "I must say, you look rather shapely in that dress, if you don't mind my saying so." he blushed. She shook her head, "Not at all."
He stepped even closer to her, "In that case, you have a lot of animal magnetism, and you shall make any man lucky as his wife." She could barely catch her breath. Her bald pussy began to soak through her thin bloomers. "Th- thank you," she stuttered. "Are you married?" she asked after a moment. He replied, "No."