No,
I don't want your filthy hands caressing my curves.
Please remove your hands from my chest, you're hurting me.
I am begging you, don't take away the only innocence I have left.
No, I don't want you on top of me, you're crushing my fraile body.
Stop it.
Get off of me.
No.
Please.
Shouldn't these pleas be enough for you to stop?
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
No,
I don't want your filthy hands caressing my curves.
Please remove your hands from my chest, you're hurting me.
I am begging you, don't take away the only innocence I have left.
No, I don't want you on top of me, you're crushing my fraile body.
Stop it.
Get off of me.
No.
Please.
Shouldn't these pleas be enough for you to stop?
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