Eleanor

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I stumbled and fell into the chair, and then she was on me—glaring down and squeezing my neck in her fist. I gasped, fully fucking hard now. She breathed fast and shallow, seething like she wanted to end me with her teeth. Holy shit. I groaned. God, straddle me, please.
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