Krystal continued down the hallway, starting to feel herself get a bit wet down below from the mental images that were going through her mind. Shaking her head, she sighed, wishing she could relive that match...for more than one reason.
It was about this time that she realized just where she had wandered during her little mental lapse. It was a dungeon, and a classic one at that. It was cold, wet, dank, didn't smell too good, and the vixen blushed slightly when she saw the assortment of "torture" items that were hanging on the far wall.
"I don't remember this place being here last year..." Krystal thought to herself...
Suddenly, the vixen felt a surge of pleasure shoot up her spine, feeling her nipples harden on the spot, and she had to fight the urge to cum right then and there...
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