Mr. Salty's isn't really a place, so much as it is a state of mind, but if it had to be compared to an earthly realm, it would probably look a lot like Las Vegas. Both are places of pleasure, fantasy, and reckless abandon. Salty's latest prey is comely Gia Dimarco, a knockout who's been around, but hasn't experienced anything quite like a trip into Salty's world. As she is driven around town, snapping naughty snaps of her naughty bits, she comes upon a mysterious doorway she can't help but explore. She climbs the dark stairway up toward the hard moaning sounds that get louder as she reaches the top of the stairs. Gia is beckoned down a shadowy hallway by a stable of studs hanging out in the doorways as she passes. From the ever-loudening groans of pleasure she can now clearly hear, Gia knows full well what is going on in these pitch black rooms-- the most sordid, sleazy, lusty, sweaty sex imaginable. Suddenly Gia yearns to be a part of it as she circles the stage at the center of the.
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