NiceNastyMann
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Pushed up against the cold wet stone wall, the rank odor of rot from the dumpster next to you filling your nostrils - fear, adrenaline, the too many glasses of wine mixing with the stench and you are close to vomiting...
"Well well. Look who went down the wrong alley on the way home." You hear the voice - then the quiet snick as a folding knife is opened and the back of your blouse is cut open...
You try to struggle but the hand just shoves you against the wall - a 'whoosh' fills the air as what air was in your lungs is explosively pushed out. Stars start to dance in your vision as you struggle to breath, hands are on the now cut open ends of your blouse and you hear a ripping sound...
"Well well. Look who went down the wrong alley on the way home." You hear the voice - then the quiet snick as a folding knife is opened and the back of your blouse is cut open...
You try to struggle but the hand just shoves you against the wall - a 'whoosh' fills the air as what air was in your lungs is explosively pushed out. Stars start to dance in your vision as you struggle to breath, hands are on the now cut open ends of your blouse and you hear a ripping sound...
sounds so erotic...
