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"How can you stand there like a coward? Trying to forget that you weren't the one who was gropping me!" and it's silent "You beg- he sets the gun against her temple, and she stops with a smirk. "You begged just as well." She whispers gazing the pink knife against his jaw. "You were the one on your knees, mouth open, practically drooling." He laughs, "you could get off to me holding this gun against your forehead. That's how desperate you are, for me. So dirty." He raises an eyebrow. "Isn't that how you wanted me to be? Submissive? Lean into your embrace? I might as well if I want to cut your dick off one way." She shrugs. "Ahh of course, savoring it before doing anything else. So, possessive! Not wanting anyone else to have my cock?" "Exactly."
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