I can see you trying to form words, trying to make a sound. Probably a scream. Claw licking down, slicig the plain white bra from your chest. It flips open, exposing a nicely formed chest. My fingers open up just enough, just barely enough, to let you breath. I don't want you to die before I get a chance to rape you. Tongue comes out, forked and covered in slaver. Running between your breasts with a shudder of pleasure. "I haven't had angel in ages."
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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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