Chapter 98

In Odessa's hut, Lyra was sitting on the little chair beside the bed, watching as Odessa kept breezing her pussy. It's already been a day and she still felt pain between her thighs. She could feel the bruises that weren't even noticed because Lyra had said again and again that she saw no bruises on her pussy. She spread her legs wider and handed the fan to Lyra, “Do it for me, please. My arm is aching me.” she pleaded and the lady, having no other choice began breezing her again. “I'm sorry, Lyra, but I won't go back there again.”