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“It’s a parlor trick,
Sometimes, objects shook around me. Objects made of iron, tin, or gold.
“I don’t hate your kind. I’m just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I’m imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
“Lying is pointless with your heart betraying you so loudly.”
“Careful,” he panted. “I swore I’d be still while you kissed me. At no point did I promise to exercise restraint if you climbed up into my lap and started grinding yourself against my cock.”
