“Paranoid much? Just leave it,” I commanded, and ignored her as she lingered near me. “I’m not paranoid, I just don’t trust you. What is it?” She reached out and touched my arm. My cock throbbed. My remaining shred of cool evaporated. I grabbed her shoulders and backed her up against the wall. I was so hard, and my body so fucking miserable, I wanted to rock on her right there to feel some kind of relief. I managed to endure the urge without breaking, but my resistance hung by a thread. “Don’t touch me, Cinderella. I don’t like to be touched.” “Why not?” Eve wondered, her eyes bewildered.
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