“You’re killing me,”
“The thought of you dying at my hands brings me more pleasure than you think.”
“Kill me later. For now, let me worship you.”
A light shade of pink flushed along her freckled skin, her breaths quickening as she bit her lip and held my gaze. “Say please.”
“𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.”
OML. I LOVEEE IT
    
    
      — Aug 14, 2025 03:26PM
    
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