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I want it. He was going to fuck me. I wouldn’t get away with it. I felt pain and the contractions of my climaxing pussy that seemed to be permanent or recurring. A week after we broke up, someone broke into my house in the night. Fainting again and again for short periods didn’t make things any easier. I need it. I felt this slap up to my neck. Our violent relationship was widely known in our circles of friends.
