“This is mine. Say it. It’s mine. Your pussy is mine.”
I’m delirious with need, with hate and rage.
He slaps that sensitive area again when I don’t react last enough. It feels like it’s on fire. “It’s yours!” I shout. “It’s yours, okay? Please, stop!”
“You tell me it’s mine, but then you tell me I can’t use it? What are we going to do about these mixed messages?” bro
— Jun 19, 2025 05:10AM
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