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I slowly run my hand over the crotch of Marshall's pants.

He grabs my wrist and looks over at me.

I giggle.

He lets go of my hand and slips his hand in my pants quickly.

I spaz discreetly and try to stop him.

I feel his fingers go into my boxers.

I move uncomfortably.

He looks over at me with concern.

"You want me to stop?" He whispers.

I shake my head and let him continue.

He smirks and slowly slips his fingers in.

I grip his arm tightly.

A jumpscare appears on screen.

Him jumping causes his fingers to curl inside of me.

I whimper and cover my mouth.



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