A CNC Gangbang Fantasy
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A collection of dark erotica vignettes to satiate your cravings...
I see you, spam liking my every post, oh, you don't have to be so shy, darling. We all know the shy ones always scream the loudest. Are you really this naive? Did you really think that you could escape Sir's watchful, perverted eyes? Clueless to the fact that you're the one being stalked, not me. You. Oh! The Plot Thickens.
She thought her silence kept her safe. Meher lives in the shadows of her books, quiet, unseen, untouchable; or so she believes. But obsession doesn’t need an invitation. He watched. He waited. And when the moment was right, he steped through her window, blurrung the lines between fantasy and fear. This isn’t love, it’s obsession wrapped in desire, possession disguised as passion. And Meher? She’s about to learn what it means to be wanted so darkly that escape is no longer an option.
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