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Making A Badboy Good

Making A Badboy Good

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I was in my bed when someone knocked on the door. I slowly get up on my bed and quickly opened the door. I saw Corin. His face is covered with blood and his eyes looking at me. "El," He said in pain. I helped him to sit on the couch and cleaned his face with wet towel. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Doing what?" "Fighting, being bad like that. It's not making any sense. Your badboy vibe will cause you nothing but trouble." He stopped me and hold my hand, our face are just inch to each other, "Then, make me good."
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"You're supposed to act like you're screaming in pleasure, not act like you're horrified." Reed snaps and I send him a glare, "I'd rather be dead!" I huff. He pulls me back again, "And I can fucking help with that if you'd like, but not right now. I can't exactly help fulfill your death wish if we're both in jail." He scoffs. "I thought you said we couldn't go to prison for this!" I exclaim. "No, I said we wouldn't get caught." He corrects. "Now shut up and do your fucking part." He murmurs, pushing me down until my crotch connects with his.

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