𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍 “𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎” 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗.
𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐈𝐓
seen from United States
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𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍 “𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎” 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗.
𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐈𝐓
she can't stop thinking about him . about the way he handled her, groped her, spoke to her like she was nothing better than some cheap slut . no one has ever spoken to her like that, other than in her comment section, and while it should make her furious, disgusted, it hasn't left her mind since it happened . indie's always enjoyed being desired, looked at, but she never anticipated liking, or craving being looked at like that . especially by her haughty, significantly older half-brother . but she finds herself driven to near insanity by the thought, taking advantage of the privacy of her bedroom to indulge in the disgustingly consuming thought that's been haunting and edging her on for days . spreading her legs, she can't help but imagine that it's @stalkist between them, pumping his thick digits in and out of her slick heat, making her writhe and moan his name beneath them . “ isaac . . . ”
alright that's to many sappy love songs.
I need rap or hip hop now