𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🩸💋

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 - 𝐓𝐕 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐰.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

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   I stare at her instagram. She's just posted a picture with her new boyfriend Bryce. I suck my teeth at the picture. She's standing in front of her mirror while he's behind her, arms wrapped around her hips. She's wearing a crop top and my old joggers. At least she still wears my clothes. I wish that was me.

   Our relationship was toxic but we still loved each other. I think. I definitely loved her. I know she's happy now, she loves Bryce. Even if he's a complete idiot. He's never even taken her out to dance. I used to take her all the time. She loves dancing, she's not very good at it but she loves it.

   I bet he's not even good in bed. I'm sure he fucks her with no rhythm. She told me I was very good on bed. I always knew that but I guess it coming from her was different. I was also her first time, I thought it'd be special for her but I guess I was just her fuck buddy. It's taken every bit of my self control not to find him, rip his dick off and feed it to him.

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   She slowly adjusts to my size, moaning repeatedly. She's breathing heavily into my ear and I'm holding myself back from her. I don't want to hurt her. "You can move now." She pants, looking me in my eyes. Her eyes sparkle, the light from the fire reflecting off of them. I lit a candle because I wanted her to feel comfortable, make this experience more easy and enjoyable.

  I slowly thrust in and out of her as she grips my shoulders tightly. She's releasing all sorts of sounds. I see a tear drip down her face so I reach up and wipe it away. "It's okay, it's going to hurt but it won't in the future." I reassure her, trying to calm her down. She relaxes and nods her head at me, indicating that I can pick up the pace a bit. So I do.

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    I know she doesn't love me anymore but I can't help but be infatuated with her. She's the first thing I think about when I wake up, last thing I think about before I sleep. I even dream about her sometimes. I had a dream the other night that I was on her doorstep.

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  I knock on her front door, rain pouring down on me. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I don't care. I need to see her, need to feel her. The door swings open to reveal the beautiful Albanian girl that lives there. I smile when I see her eyes widen. I take a few seconds before I reveal my biggest secret to her. "I love you  Y/n." Her face breaks out into a wide smile before she runs into my arms. I hold her close as if she's going to disappear.

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  She did disappear. I woke up straight after. I want to talk to her but I'm not allowed to. Topper tells me to stay away and while he's a douche, he's right. I need to let her live. If she truly loves this guy Bryce, I'll leave her to live the rest of her life out with him.

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝟕𝟎

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.