Seduction Rags

Seduction Rags

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The tears dripped one by one, falling with a such painful ease. She slowly gathered herself up to speak, "You...you told me you loved me..." "I do-" "No." She closed her eyes so tight, exhaling the pain out as she took a deep breath. "I was nothing to you....how was I so blind?" He lunged forward taking her hand and placing it on his heart, "Do you feel this?" She only looked at him. "My heart beats for you. And only you. You are my life, my world revolves around you. No other woman can over power me like you do, only you-" She interrupted him. "What beat? Tell me please......because I don't feel a thing." There's nothing better than pleasure to these young adolescents. They just can't seem to get enough of the heart breaks, betrayals, the evergreen romances, and the attraction they feel. Clothes soon become rags on the floor.
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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