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She was everything. I was consumed, mesmerised. I couldn’t work out if I wanted to be her or be fucking her.
“Do you like it when I call you a good girl?” I ask. My voice is low, commanding. She looks up at me. “Try it outside of this room, and I’ll gut you before you can finish the sentence.”
And something tells me she’ll never forgive me.
Chests just aren’t the same without a set of breasts.

