Audrey

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“Stop,” I whimper, jerking hard on my arms. “Can’t breathe, can’t—” My words come to a stop when he presses down hard on the sides of my throat, completely cutting off my air in that one movement. “That’s the point,” he reminds me, panting. “Your cunt gets so tight when I do this. Did you know that?” He’s taunting me, considering he knows I can’t answer or deny him. “Fuck, but you just love this so much.”
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