12/05/2026 09:05

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I'll behave, if he does, I said. I had the machete in my hand. Fucking for money really isn't dating. I used his body as my pillow, and just as my mouth fit to those kissable dimples, so my head fit neatly in the curve of his body, as if I were meant to rest there.

Richard was mad, so mad, and he was looking for a fight. I didn't argue. I need to know what dancers, or donors, you fed on. I didn't know if it was loss of blood, or tension, but whatever, it was beginning to pound right behind my eye.