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FINGER YOURSELF

作者: Mmeso. L
last update 公開日: 2026-06-15 22:07:34

ASHLEY

“Let go of me! Seriously,” I snap, yanking my arm back, but his hold only becomes tighter. He guides me towards his black Wrangler parked a few feet away.

His strength only makes my struggle feel like a pathetic waste of energy.

He ignores my words, still guiding me.

I continue trying to pull away, but it's futile. He reaches the car and finally stops. He turns to look at me.

“Don't make this hard for you,” he murmurs, his voice dangerously low.

He yanks the door of the front passenge
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