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Voodoo doll (M.C au)

Voodoo doll (M.C au)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Apr 19, 2016
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(WARNING LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLE SMUT) In which a girl meets an irresistible frat boy....... Frat boy Mike sleeps with a lot of girls. After meeting Scarlette, a freshman, at the betas weekly house party; he starts to develop feelings. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "No Michael. Fuck off I don't like you!" I screamed in his face frustrated. "Just listen to me!" He screamed back, hot angry tears filling up his eyes. "I-I love you..." He whispered voice cracking in between words. I looked up at him with watery eyes. "How can you love me when you have all those other girls? Do you not see that I don't wear crop tops constantly or short shorts? I wear big sweaters and band merchandise. I'm an awkward nerd." I whispered sadly He pulled me into him and looked down at me with a little smile and said... "I wouldn't want anything else Scareltte. You're perfect to me. Those girls don't mean anything and never will." Then I was captured in a soft, passionate, kiss.
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