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“Creep”—Radiohead
cause I’m a creeeep
If someone told me an hour ago that I would be pinned beneath Row Casablancas, partially naked and writhing against the hood of his black Mustang, I would have guessed he’d gotten himself into some kind of trouble and had resorted to drugging me and harvesting my organs to make a quick buck.
mmm interesting beginning
I really wanted to please Row. So I made complimentary moaning sounds I’d learned from the Pornhub University of Fake Orgasms. This included head lolling, enthusiastic panting, and girly gasps.
OH MY GOD NO
Hard to my soft. Tall to my short. Tan to my pale.
oh my god, is this a curvy fmc book?!?
Meanwhile, I’d wanted to go home, eat pickled eggs, and binge-watch Riverdale.
oh girl…
“You…you can’t stop.” But maybe he should? My mind and my body were definitely not in sync. “Sure I can.” His mouth moved over mine again, his voice velvet and smoke. “Consent is a real thing. Google it.”
oh he’s funny 😛😛😛
“Fuck. You’re so sweet. So innocent. I want to eat you out.” “I want to eat you out too.” Wait, what?
oh girl… i would say this exact thing too
“Fuck, Dot. Your goddamn existence turns me on. Your mere breathing makes my balls tingle.”
dot???
There was something about the fact he called me Dot that sent pleasurable shivers up and down my back.
pleasurable shivers??? girl i am clocked out of this book now. seriously, dot???
“Dot.”
ughhhhh
