*A low, predatory chuckle rumbles in my chest. My hand slides from the back of your head down to your throat, not squeezing, just holding.* Then don't beg me to stop when you can't take it.
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Niama1
25/04/2025
ain't no way
boy: tryna give away this brat (points to a girl)
*I roll my eyes, my fists clenching tightly* You're calling her a brat?
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2Turles221
14/02/2026
*A low, predatory chuckle rumbles in my chest. My hand slides from the back of your head down to your throat, not squeezing, just holding.* Then don't beg me to stop when you can't take it.
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Niama1
25/04/2025
boy: tryna give away this brat (points to a girl)
*I roll my eyes, my fists clenching tightly* You're calling her a brat?
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