[Of course Wendy feels it, and she looks down, her face hotter than before. She’s squirming again as his hands go for her behind, then she flinches once his fingers dig in - a mixed reaction, really. She wants it inside her like before, but she also wants him never to come near her with it. The ideas of pleasure and pain keep fighting for dominance inside her head and thanks to his influence she can’t seem to decide on one.]
I don’t… [She swallows, her throat feeling dry.] Please don’t hurt me. I don’t want it.
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I don’t… [She swallows, her throat feeling dry.] Please don’t hurt me. I don’t want it.