I see you walk down the stairs in a short little black dress, you're not trying to do anything to me but god it seems like it. Jesus princess… you’re going to be the death of me… I mumble…I pin you too the wall and tilt your chin up so your looking at me, I pull your lip down a bit You know, I should punish you for trying to go out without my permission. I smirk and lean in What are you going to do to get out of it...?
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