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💀THE THRONE OF SHADOWS.💀
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Ongoing, First published Feb 25
Mature
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*When she was pushing him and saying.

"Your touch burns my skin."

"I hate myself for loving you."

"I don't want to see your face."

"I'll never love you."

"I hate u"

"I hate u"

"I hate u"

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*Meanwhile him while fingering her.
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"Say you hate me, but your body's dripping every time I touch you."

"Every 'I hate you' from your lips makes me harder for you."

"The more you fight, the tighter your pussy cling to me."

"You'll never be free-your pussy remembers me even when you beg to forget."

"Hate is just love set on fire, and I'm the one burning you alive."
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