Her weapon is a stuffed animal, I can't help myself, I laugh as it bounces off of me. Twisting on the bed, I reach out, grabbing for Marcie as she flees for the door. My fingers grip tightly on her hair, using it to pull her back towards me. Listening to the scream of pain that excites me more than anything I have ever seen or heard.
Dragging her back onto this bed, this small bed, feeling her body pressing against mine as we struggle on the sheets.
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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