No magic door anywhere to be seen. Indian sex Rosalyn is being a little bitch as per usual, complaining about the heat as though you’re not all stuck in the same situation, but you’re more distracted by Marie’s thicc as fuck thighs pushed tight up against you. Just reach into the open window of a random car, grab the female driver by the hair and drag her screaming onto your erection. You turn to look at Marie, but the shadows creeping up around you have already engulfed her. Not a problem! Before you can continue, Marie gives you a look that’s partway between slyness and confusion. She always did have a decent pair of knockers, but this timeline seems to have jacked her oestrogen levels all the way up to 11. That’s it, you are grounded! She’s dressed – if one could use that word – in a thin white crop top, half transparent with her sweat. She’s just being a cock tease now.
