“I just got out of the shower babe," I pecked him on the cheek, "I don’t want to get dirty.”

He tossed me up on the table, “Don’t want to get dirty?" he ripped at my clothes, "You think I’ll make you dirty.”

He was all over me, "Baby, I-”

“Say ‘red’ if you want me to stop," He paused only for a moment, looking me dead in the eyes, "Now," He grinned menacingly, “Tell me again how you don’t want to get dirty.”

Forceful today… just how I want it, "Please," I weakly tried to pull away, "D-don’t make me dirty.”


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