"You're hurting my arm," 'Ah Kum' glared into 'Fa Zhou's' face. Mulan was properly defeated. She forced her fingers to leave the girl's arm. But the whore kept her fingers in Mulan's cunt.
"You're not a virgin." In fact, the remains were still tender.
"It-it happened the first day of my training."
"So, you're a whore inside the army camp."
"No! I'm not! It tore while I was training - as a soldier!"
"A soldier, huh?" the whore got a wicked look as she finger-fucked the antsy boy-girl. "Take off those clothes."
Mulan had no choice; if for no other reason that she didn't want her clothes to reek any more of her sex than they already did. As she did, the whore made her tell her her story. The hand was kept probing deeply within her. Every time Mulan hesitated, or lost track of the thread, the whore would stop pleasuring her with knowing fingers. Mulan was red with shame of her need. What would her ancestors think, if they knew that her first time was with a woman - No, worse! A prostitute!?
"So, you did it to protect your ill father?" For a brief moment, Mulan could imagine the girl had the sympathy of her childhood friend Ah Kum. But when the wrapping had come off of her chest, the whore pulled a bruised breast down near her painted face. "So, it is not just your tits on the line?"
Mulan knew then that whore was definitely forming plans against her.
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