❉spore loser❉

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Eyes riveted on my lips, he smiled, his breath reeking of beer and cigarettes. “Sometimes, I imagine your blood all over my cock, and it makes me hard.” Cold, black eyes shifted from my lips to my eyes, the smile on his face fading. “Does it bother you when I say that?” I bit the inside of my cheek to steady the trembling of my jaw. The guy scared the shit out of me, but I refused to admit that to him. Something told me he got off on fear.
❉spore loser❉
Yeah, this is terrifying 😟
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