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Jan 2023
i threw my head back in pleasure
his cold hands inside me felt invasive
I let out wanton sounds and moans
i thought of how ashamed i was

please, c'mon, let's do it

giggled no's and teasing pushes
panic filled me and flowed through my veins like pitch
no, i think, please god no
Written by
alex  F
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