She is my ANGEL(Sequel to Remember Me)
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MatureComplete Wed, Apr 13, 20161h 24m
His eyes are pitch black, but... He is acting normal? This scares me more...
"Let's go home darling."
He is going to kill me... That's it...His hands are gripping the wheel hard. He is mad. Angry. No, scratch that. He is beyond mad and angry. He catches my upper hand and drags me into our room. He pulls me down over his lap.
"Bend over doll."
He pulls my dress up and my panties down, holding me tight. There isn't escape from him.
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