Why stop?

Why stop?

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"Please stop" she said. "Why stop?"the guy with black soft, scary eye's said. "We don't wanna stop" the guy with softlooking blonde hair said. "We hate stopping" the guy with deep chocolate brown eye's that makes your knees go week, said. "Please" it was barely a wispher that left her mouth, but in the oh so quite room you were able to hear it. The guy in the corner was walking painfully slow to them. Now when the shadow doesn't hide is secrets anymore and you can see more then just his body's silueth she sees his beauty, his big, masculine body, his soft plump pink lips with a stain of rednes in them, but what almost made her faint was his scary familiar sea blue eyes that was satrin her own chocolate brown eye's. It was like he was staring into her soul, like he knew all of her secrets, fears, all of her happy and joyful memories, her sad and scary memories aswell. Its like nothing get slip past his eye's, nothing at all. He looked down at her limp almost lifeless body. "We never stop" -Zalingen
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"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.

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